...before the dawn.

"So miss him," she wrote. 

I repeat the line over and over and over, demanding perspective and simplistic appreciation.
Settling with some notion of happiness in occurrence, rather than sadness in the means to this end. 

The start? The end? The start? The....end?

Yes. Yes. Yes. YES.

It starts as it ends. 

Ends as it starts. 

My heart starts to recognize it's own parts. 

You revived me as I strive(d) to be whatever I thought you needed me to be.

And alas, I need not you as you need not me.
 I need me.
As me.
Exactly...me.