this is why we can't have nice things...
in response to something i read the other day.
i don't know if you loved me.
i don't know if you broke me.
sometimes it feels like you did. sometimes i write small books of blog entries that i ultimately don't post talking about how to broke me. Lord knows you changed my whole view of friendship in way that I have not been able to piece back together even in fiction.
"When I left you I left you bleeding." I always think of this line. You'd hate the book but this line, everytime he says it, makes me think of you. I deserved something. A goodbye. A reason. I did. I really really did.
Funny story though, I still care. Sometimes I stay up at night thinking about how I still care, still want you to call, would still let it all go to talk to you. I would.
This is why we can't have nice things.
ps. If this is austin...
i don't know if you loved me.
i don't know if you broke me.
sometimes it feels like you did. sometimes i write small books of blog entries that i ultimately don't post talking about how to broke me. Lord knows you changed my whole view of friendship in way that I have not been able to piece back together even in fiction.
"When I left you I left you bleeding." I always think of this line. You'd hate the book but this line, everytime he says it, makes me think of you. I deserved something. A goodbye. A reason. I did. I really really did.
Funny story though, I still care. Sometimes I stay up at night thinking about how I still care, still want you to call, would still let it all go to talk to you. I would.
This is why we can't have nice things.
ps. If this is austin...