The Conversation

I am...or at least I thought I am. Does this mean anything? He asked, wiping his tears from his cheeks. It could mean something, I mean it should. Don't you think it's time you stop? How far do you have to go? Just how deep do you want the pain? I, I don't know...I didn't think it would hurt this much. We talk sometimes, we still fight for the small and big things and I can't exactly tell where we stand. The teasing, the caring and love, a habit I've come to know we were always aware of. We missed each other. Maybe everyday, maybe sometimes. Maybe it's just the memories. How can I tell? It's quite painful. The deeper I think, the harder I cant breath. She's my first love...no....a love I once dreamt.