did i make a mistake?
maybe going for what i love was a mistake.
for some reason that scene kept running in my mind.
that faithful day somewhere in late may.
it was pouring.
we met for dinner at the pub.
dinner was our usual steaks.
he told me that he wasn't ready.
my eyes welled with tears.
everything that i knew before seem to have been blown out of proportion.
i don't think i know myself anymore.
maybe it's time for me to find myself again.
maybe this is the secret to finding sleep.
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