She looked good, nah fuck it, she looked amazing.
We wanted to share so much but we only had a New York minute.
We updated old digits with the hopes of catching up.
She told me that there were so many things that she wanted to tell me,
things that she could only tell me.
After all these years she still had trust in me.
Seeing her however brought back winds of the past.
After all these years, I realized that I still hated her.