I really don't know how I feel, about this, that, everything, - you.

Sometimes I feel like I've almost convinced myself that it doesn't matter, that your obvious flaws are exactly what makes me agree with everyone else.

Yet on days like these, or the split seconds before I agree, I can only beg to differ. I can only feel the same initial rush, and the painful suppression.

I still can't decide on my intial impressions of you, so how can I decide on my perception of you?
(they are interlinked btw.)

Good job. I didn't feel like saying it though, and I still don't. Not that I could.

It doesn't matter does it? You don't care. You don't know. You never will.

Love,
Me. Just me.

Labels: regrets