It could have been easier.
But who'd a thunk.
I think that was about all she said before we took off for the coast.
Her hair had a bit more bouncy shine then and mine was more red than blond, but we had a good time despite our shady differences.
I never knew how to explain the easy way I use to make things difficult.
So I never did.
Until he came along.
He wrote it in a letter sometime after 4 am on a Tuesday.
And I am trying to pick myself up.
If I knew how to "remember to let anyone in"... where will I go when they leave?
I swore I'd never, ever, not now, not ever, not again. I promised myself happiness at any cost.
And the price just keeps getting higher.
I swear I've not forgotten to remember to know how.
to put it off one day at a time
until i just cant get hurt anymore.