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I wasn't well when we met. I told you to let go, but it was me who needed to. I have no clue who that person was, and I’m embarrassed. I didn't like myself, and you were the casualty. I'm ashamed of the way I clearly hurt you. None of that negates my actual feelings for you though, despite my defensiveness.
Remember our first date? I mentioned The Cars. You said you had all their records and then drive started playing on the radio. You said really loudly something like, “That’s totally synchronicity dude!” And then I cheekily said, “no, that’s the police.” You giggled and said, “good one.” Every time I hear that song, I think of you. I was in awe and envy of your knowledge and effortless brilliance for music.
You appear to be unfindable, and I know you were avoiding people and changed your number a couple times.
Tatiana: You are magical, and I wish I could get a do-over. I’d love to drive you home again.
Bran
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