September 2010
It feels like a blow to the chest.
And I’ll always want there to be an us. But there can’t be. It’s like I’m feeling this for the first time. “I’m happy for you.” I don’t mean it. I miss you. And this is my fault. For once, I can’t tell you anything. Because this is what’s right. But I don’t know what’s right.
I wish it was fall year round.
And if you don’t too, then you’ll probably hate my posts today.
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