"Do you remember the night I told you I've never seen anything more perfect then snow/ falling in the glow of a streetlight/ electricity bowing to nature/ mind bowing to heartbeat/ this is gonna hurt/ bowing to I love you/ I still love you/ like moons love the planets they circle around/like children love recess bells/ I hear the sound of you I think of playgrounds/ where outcasts who stutter beneath braces & bruises & acne/ are finally learning that their handsome rich bullies are never going to grow up to be happy/ I think of happy when I think of you/ so wherever you are, I hope you're happy/ I really do."
I need to grow up a little, & learn to commit. Ignore whatever it is that makes this feel exciting. If you have something amazing going for you, don't fuck it up. I should have learned from my mistakes. This isn't okay.