Do you want me, like I want you?

Maybe, I'm just standing still. Sometimes the hardest thing about honesty is being honest with yourself. What you truely want may not be whats good for you. Memory makes it hard to move on. The slighest things bring them back up. The slightest movement or notion can bring it all back. One momment, I'm in time and the next I fall behind, like a freeze frame, except I'm frozen not everyone else. You were my freedom; peace. Where are you now, why don't you feel the same? Did you ever need me, like I need you?