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.