Something tells me it's a little stupid that a Lady Gaga song
reminds me of you,
but it does, and I can't help the fact that a frivolous pop song still has
such bittersweet memories.
Memories of all my almosts.
How I almost made a huge mistake, when you asked me to go with you down to the water's edge,
to go see the fishermen's lamps on the lake, golden orbs scattered
across the black water,
and how I decided to decline your offer, but of course I still wonder
the inevitable what if
You were the first boy to tell me I was beautiful,
and oh, how I almost believed you.