I come to my computer to escape my chaos. I also come to my computer because I miss you. When I get here I hope you will be here. But, you are never here, not anymore, not like before. You have things to do - important things I am sure. You don't miss me like I miss you. In the beginning you might have missed me, when I wanted nothing to do with you. But not now. Now you've got things, people and places. I've got my running shoes, old photographs of what we used to be, and what will never be.