November 1st, another month gone by. Memories fading, new memories being made. It's different this year, this month... the month where I normally feel your presence more, feel the past, feel the longing. This year it's different. The sun shines where the rain usually falls, the nights are spent in endless conversations with someone that's not you. It's better, it's now. Present, not past. Future perhaps. It makes me happy.
My thoughts of you are still there, you're still there - I can feel you through the distance but your silence is wearing on me, wearing me down. I know I've promised to write at the beginning of every month and I will but I can't promise that my words won't change. Tone. I'm happy here, the sunshine reflects my mood - the rain is gone and you're slowly fading with it.
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