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Sometimes I reflect back on things and it makes me wonder why everything became so different. So...complicated.
It could have been easy. It should have been easy.
And then it became hard. Things that weren't supposed to happen did, but at the wrong time. If only they had happened a few months earlier. But why would they?
I remember the letter she wrote me. And I remember lying to him to make him smile. I remember him finding it and the tears that formed in his eyes when he was sitting on my bedroom floor, with the paper in hand. I remember how good he smelled and the way he looked at me as he leaned closer and I bent my head downward.
I remember too much.
It could have been easy. It should have been easy.
And then it became hard. Things that weren't supposed to happen did, but at the wrong time. If only they had happened a few months earlier. But why would they?
I remember the letter she wrote me. And I remember lying to him to make him smile. I remember him finding it and the tears that formed in his eyes when he was sitting on my bedroom floor, with the paper in hand. I remember how good he smelled and the way he looked at me as he leaned closer and I bent my head downward.
I remember too much.