so maybe tonight was a mistake and i got hurt, but i've had my PB&N sandwich and taken some pictures and i feel better now.
you standing in my kitchen, fiddling with your hands. madeline crying for your attention. the want to capture your face before you left without being creepy. we talked.
a's name fell off my lips like dead weight.
guilty guilty guilty. talk about your ex. get you some advil.
we walked to your car and talked more about the past - you asked me questions and all i could think about was the golden boy and how he played with his hands the same way, how he's the only one that's ever really made me feel wanted and he's the only one that's never actually been mine. "we've all made mistakes" you said to me after my admission of guilt in past experiences - i wish i could see him as a mistake. maybe then this would all be less frustrating and awful. blah.