I thought about you, worried about you, hoped you found a way to be happy. Why shouldn't you be happy? I feel like there is this little string in my heart and, even if you don't know or more likely don't care, its connected to you. (I still feel it - regardless of what has happened since). I can't cut it. I tried: first my hair, and then that ribbon on my wrist. (A wish I never should have made in the first place).
I keep on thinking that I never should have listened to faulty logic. Of course it didn't make a difference. I blame advice. I blame dancing, alcohol, and the way you held me so tightly (close). And no matter how many times I tell myself that it didn't mean anything, that it was a bad decision, that it was unconsidered, stupid and wild, (I don't regret it) I don't regret it.
It only matters when he leaves.
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