Vindictive Vindication
It's just one of those things...
...an anguishing manifestation of irrepressible cowardice. The nefarious results of unconquerable indecisiveness, unalterable self-doubt.
Well, frankly, you pass the days thinking that you made an irreversible mistake.
Gone. They all leave. Everyone leaves. There's no one left.
And you convince yourself you saved. You saved the embarassment for some distant point in time, made obscure behind the veils of countless possibilities.
One day, however, the haunting begins. The thought strikes. The EPIPHANY dawns...
...was potential happiness worth likely embarassment?
Was she worth it?
She was.
And now I've lost.
...an anguishing manifestation of irrepressible cowardice. The nefarious results of unconquerable indecisiveness, unalterable self-doubt.
Well, frankly, you pass the days thinking that you made an irreversible mistake.
Gone. They all leave. Everyone leaves. There's no one left.
And you convince yourself you saved. You saved the embarassment for some distant point in time, made obscure behind the veils of countless possibilities.
One day, however, the haunting begins. The thought strikes. The EPIPHANY dawns...
...was potential happiness worth likely embarassment?
Was she worth it?
She was.
And now I've lost.