Sometimes I wish I could’ve just asked you,
Was it because you were scared?
Because then I could understand why you were the way you were — distant, unavailable, consistently inconsistent. But that’s not fair to me, to make up excuses for you. And maybe I should just realize the truth: you stopped wanting to be with me, didn’t you?
Monday, April 26, 2010
Appreciate Your Impatience.
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