Music: Tonight - FM Static
It was never about me.
Just, you. You looked at me and reminded me again that whatever you saw didn't deserve any time or effort. I wasn't worth any time or effort.
I never fully grasped that because at one point, I thought it was about me. I read in between the lines and rummage through your words to find any hint that it might have been about me.
It never has been, has it?
I wish I had you now, like I've had you before. I could have thought of him and still feel no hurt simply because I had your voice in my ears. Now the only I have are strings of possibilities and a lot of maybe's. They don't suffice.
