Liking him was cool, I guess...
I loved hanging out with him,
Lying on his arm,
Him lying on mine,
Talking,
Being quiet,
Being in company,
Being alone.
How was I supposed to know?
I don't remember writing this two years ago, I bet it has a different meaning now than it did back when I wrote it, I'm sharing it because I feel like it fits something I'm living now and I find it fascinating how life works. The same words of my past have a new meaning today.