I Still Think About You
I no longer know how to currently understand the emotions I used to feel. They all seem so foreign to me now. I don't know how to process what I feel for you these days. I shouldn't feel anything at all, but I do. It's things like that that convince me I'm still a good person under all the layers of damage.
Every once in a while, with pretty much everyone I've interacted with in a meaningful way, I replay critical bits of interaction and wonder how things would have played out if I'd have said the opposite, said what I actually felt, said something instead of nothing. It never gets me anywhere and guarantees that many of my emotional wounds will never heal properly, but I can't help it.
But I think that with you, more than any other person, I should have said something. I guess I thought I didn't have a place to, but I think I did, and I think I could have helped you. You probably don't need help though, and I'm probably not a prime candidate for life coach. I can't help but wonder.
Every once in a while, with pretty much everyone I've interacted with in a meaningful way, I replay critical bits of interaction and wonder how things would have played out if I'd have said the opposite, said what I actually felt, said something instead of nothing. It never gets me anywhere and guarantees that many of my emotional wounds will never heal properly, but I can't help it.
But I think that with you, more than any other person, I should have said something. I guess I thought I didn't have a place to, but I think I did, and I think I could have helped you. You probably don't need help though, and I'm probably not a prime candidate for life coach. I can't help but wonder.