I'm still quite dumbstruck by your immediate beauty. Doesn't that sound odd?
I mean, it was seven years ago. Seven.
Fuck. That seems scary.
I remember how great you looked.
I remember how bad I looked.
Doesn't feel really like it happened. It did though. Guess that's the important part.
Focus on that. Doesn't make it all seem so bitterly desperate and hopeless then, does it?
Nothing so hopeless. Nothing so empty.
