And then...

I miss you.
Maybe I miss what I envisioned we could have. Maybe I miss what we had, no matter how brief it was. Maybe I miss that instinctual connection we were/are engaged in yet unallowed to progress. I'm not sure. But I miss you.
And it's funny; the reason it is unallowed is I don't wish to hurt you any more then I already have. But I would. I am not looking for an all-consuming, everlasting relationship.... I am not looking for something intrusive. I am looking for someone to share segments of my time with.. Someone who will accompany me during this part of my life, contented in the knowledge that we will probably ascend into the future on different paths, but without any heartache or ill-feelings in this socio-evolutionary process. I suppose... I suppose I am able to see that you and I are alike in many ways, save for the fact that I am an independent soul, paving my way with pebbles and stones that fit what is desired and discard what is unnecessary. You are erecting an empire, and you have your foundations strongly in place. This is not a bad thing... It is commendable that you are so sturdy in your desires. Yet your foundation tends to be made of hopes and dreams and your walls are thick with regret and negativity... I just I don't want to be a column in this process. For I would only contribute to the instability of your creation.
... And yet I miss you...
Insomnia is a nasty, vindictive bitch as far as I'm concerned.

Blah. Thank goodness for temporaryism.

Again, good morning. *sigh* Oy vay...