fandom_muses #55
I'd go back to the first time we met. No, I'm being honest. If I had that sort of a chance I'd go back to the start of our relationship and savor it all over again. It was special, even if the first date was absolutely horrible.
Going back to that time would be perfect, to when I could remember the horrible aftertaste of the burgers we bought and the bitterness of what the place tried to pass off for coffee. He wasn't exactly the best at dating, he'd told me that from the start, but this date had only reinforced that theory in my mind.
Still, a week later I was moving in and pouring myself into every element of his life. Really, I wasn't quite sure how it happened but it did and I wasn't sorry for it at all. That's what happens when love does what it does, when it takes hold of you and makes you forget just what it is you were trying to remember about yourself for years.
But maybe it's okay to forget. I forgot plenty of things outside of that date, and that's why I'd go back there. As quickly as I could, without a moment's second thought. I'd run back to just relive it all over one more time, and remind myself why it's okay he hates me now.
Like I've said, it's okay that he hates me now because he's alive to hate me and that's what matters. That he's alive.