Too much space

There's so much space. Too much room to create my own conclusions. Please tell me what it is you want. Do I stay, do I let go? I want to know what's at the end of this road but I feel alone like you are not here with me anymore. ​I understand if you have moved on. Any normal person would. Meeting you and letting you in rewrote my programming. It's like I am hardwired to think of you now.

It's just lonely.

I fill my time. I live abundantly. I would trade most of it to spend another day with you. Not all of it matters.

Completely incomplete.