So quiet another wasted night, the television steals the conversation. Exhale, another wasted breath, again it goes unnoticed. Please tell me you're just feeling tired cause if its more than that I feel that I might break out of touch, out of time. Please send me anything but signals that are mixed, cause I can't read your rolling eyes. Out of touch, are we out of time? ~Dashboard Confessional

Remember sitting in the field just talking, how I could tell you anything? Remember dancing backstage before act 2 of Brigadoon? Remember making chaos at Chocolate World, and playing hide and seek in the dark at a lock-in, and video taping ourselves being idiots on a long day at YFC? Because I remember all of it, and all the fun we had. I remember that I love you, in a way that can't be broken. But now things just aren't clicking, or at least they don't seem to be. You don't talk to me the way you used to, and I find it hard to talk to you. I don't quite know what happened, when we hit this stumbling block. I want to tell you, more than ever, that I care. That you are awesome, that you are loved. And I want you to say it back. We both seem so joyless, let's find new fun together. And if life leads us in different directions, I hope our friendship never falls away.

I still need to write your obituary. But it's too hard to imagine you could be gone.

the night is nearly over † the day is almost here