Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth... Here is my mask.
Monday, August 31, 2015
A year later. I still run it all back in my head. Wishing I had done everything better. with more maturity. Wishing I never hurt you. Wishing I didn't blow my blessing off.
but I'm immediately confronted with the realizations that we'll never be and may not have been meant to be.
I'll never be in love again.