Whatever it is, whatever it was

It doesn't matter, now. My head hurts. Probably from lack of sleep, caffeine, or both. I'm going to lie down and see what happens, but sometimes I like to just leave myself reminders. So, whatever you think it is right now, or whatever you remember it being in the past, it doesn't matter. All there is is what is (that's a lot of is's). All there is is right now; reality. And reality is: it's 5am and I'm still thinking about a conversation I had 4 hours ago and wondering what he's thinking about it. And you know what? He's not. He's sleeping.

So I need to stop, pause, and reevaluate. Little changes. Baby steps.