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Today

You were on my mind on the walk home.

But for once I wasn't sad or angry, thinking about you didn't make me hate myself for not being good enough. It didn't make me wish that I was more like her and less like me.

For once, I just felt sorry for you. Sorry that it took you so long to realize we had something worth holding on to, that I was something worth holding on to... And sorry that I'm not a more forgiving person.

Today, I finally felt like you were the one who lost something and not me.
You may have never understood me, but I could always read you like a book. You weren't indifferent towards me, you were comfortable.

21:46 - 14 February 2008

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