I feel like every moment i've spent has led me to you.
and maybe
that's crazy.
Crazy.
Like I felt about you.
A little insane about how quickly it took me to smile whenever I thought about you.
Or a little mad about how much I thought about you even after we said goodbye
Crazy. Like the moment when I had to walk out on you.
You said 'I'll just stay here awhile'
And I took your empty cup
threw it away
smiled a confident smile (I was lying)
And walked out.
At the time it seemed like there was no choice.
There was.
Of course.
Just not right now.