the first
the second
we were sitting in his car
talking about why we weren't together
we talked about it alot back then
i should have seen the signs right?
it didn't help that a large amount of alchahol had been consumed that day
but it does tend to give you courage i suppose
'i'm leaving soon'
'i know that'
'that's why this is so hard for me'
'i know that too. but i'd still like a chance.'
'i would too. but what happens when i leave?'
'we'll figure that out when we get there.'
'i don't know . . .'
eventually it was decided that he would call the next day and let me know.
why did i let him get away with that?
infatuation.
borderline obsession.
the belief that it would all work out in the end.
clearly we were perfect for each other.
it was the only possible outcome.
right?
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