Going Back.

There are a lot of things that I find myself wanting to say to you. But somehow after a while all these words, they fall out of my mouth and into the air and vanish, never having made it into any missive to you. I don't know if this is a good thing. Maybe it is, I suspect it might be. But it's strange. I've never found myself lacking the will to say something to you before. Before, every moment and word exchanged with you was a joy for me. I waited with bated breath for your reply or in happy anticipation knowing that you will and I will be even happier. But now, maybe not anymore. Those words they fall silent and they disappear in the wind. And I no longer want as much to say these things to you. Maybe it's right. We can't go back. There is no way to stay in one place stagnant forever and the time has come to move. I don't want to go back. I want to move forward.