i still listen to your mixes, the ones you made and sent to me from across the globe. the ones you made when we still made each other smile. it's been over a year now and the thought of you only brings the corners of my lips up just a little bit now. you came back, you're not on the other side of the world, but still, all i have left are old songs that you hand-picked because they reminded you of me: "it's a beautiful world," "you really got a hold on me," "dark come soon." dark came soon. dark flitted away. they're just songs to me now.