I swear I wasn't hurt. But I think it hasn't hit. I think I'm convincing myself it doesn't hurt. Because it's been years. Or days. Whichever.
I don't know if you'll ever know just how much you affected me. You and the other boys with the sticky hands who grabbed around and ended up taking pieces of me, not necessarily my heart. You took up so much space, so many thoughts.
But who am I to say? I forgot you in an instant.
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:) snazzy words. i don't know how to react to it.
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