when it hits home
It’s an ego thing. I mean, you were once mine, weren’t you? We once held hands and kissed and laughed and played, didn’t we?
Did I imagine it?
I don’t think I did, I have clear memories of you, alone in the dark or in a bar or dancing. We were once together, and I long ago accepted the fact that we’re not and won’t be again.
What’s the problem then?
Like I said, an ego thing. Why aren’t I good enough but she is? All those moments that you had with me, you’ll now enjoy them with her.
The question is, is it better? Is it worse? Will it last or die like we did?
Will you forget?
I don’t wanna know.
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