Except neither of us were right.
How could I ever think that I had a chance?
Yes, we admire each other, kinda cute little thing going on, but...
I see your life in a viewglass, and I doubt I could ever really fit into that. Your life is so... ALIVE, it's amazing, I see all this fun stuff, how people talk abotu you how people interact with you, and how you and him just click at parties...
and... I get it.
Even if it were to happen, I wouldn't ever be where you wanted me. I know they wouldn't accept me, I'm way too different. I would have to change my life, or force you to change yours, neither of which I can do...
So, I get it. It would be nice if it could still work out, but sadly, I doubt it will, so right now, I give in. You don't owe me anything not any of those missed coffee dates, not any magical trips down by the brook, not a single thing of yours is owed to me.
All I owe you is to disappear, and make it seem like none of this had ever happened. All I can think is that that would be the best way to do things.
- Listening to: Distant cars
- Reading: The screen and my writing
- Watching: Nothing
- Playing: Nothing
- Eating: My own soul
- Drinking: My own tears