I'm confused and that's no secret.
I know. I told you.
I'll tell anyone who'll listen.
We ended for good reason.
"I didn't know what I had until I lost it" is quite the tired platitude, isn't it?
It didn't become one for no reason.
I'm confused.
About so many things.
But there are things I know as clear as day.
I see you across the room and it's torture, I can't hug you, I can't kiss you, I can't smile at you like we got a little secret that's only known to us. I can't stratch your buzzcut, I can't tickle you 'cause I love the way you giggle.
I'm confused.
No matter what happens there will always be a lesson.
Hold onto what you have, appreciate before it is too late.
I'm confused.
But I don't want to confuse you.
So all I can do is steal glances across the room.
Squit.
Look away.
Bask in it.
It's too much like looking at the sun.
