want to break

Without a doubt, I have so many wonderful friends and I love this city so much, but I suppose I’m beginning to question my place in a place where everywhere I go I can’t escape. I’m not sure this makes sense, but it makes sense to me.

It’s weird. I’ve spent the past few months being determined to enjoy being single. It’s not that I don’t enjoy it, but there’s this feeling I miss. I don’t know what it is.

I do know that one thing I’m looking for is that captivation when I’m dancing, which I’m pretty sure I’ve only felt once or twice. It’s more than a connection. Magnetism?

I’m getting distracted.

They’re not regrets, but they’re things I wish were different. That’s life. They’re the things that I thought faded away but resurfaced. I can’t escape.