3 months from today and it will have been one year since the first time you kissed me. That moment feels so far away. In my mind. And in reality. It also feels like just yesterday.
We are not the same. Yet, we haven't changed. So who are we?
I hate this place. Forever bound to you. Blinded. You say: Don't associate. Don't speak. But I have so much to say, and I've totaled so much already.
I didn't want to be right. But I knew I would be. I knew you would recede. I knew you would dissipate. When you got your way. But what do I get? I'll just keep quiet. And hope that you'll stay.