it's late

the absence of a thing is what gives it value. i missed something and it wasn't really you, it was the way you made me feel. we will use each other until we no longer need each other and then we will move on to the next. it’s a weird thought. and i know i’m fine alone but it feels good to have someone there. we’re limited but maybe that makes us free. or maybe we can never be free because we want it so much