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Half Forgetting That I Even Wrote To You At All
I’m half expecting you to read this, half expecting you to throw it away first chance you get, oblivious to the fact that I have written so much more than I have shown you.
Of us and amusement parks. Chili dogs and goldfish. Enjoying,
more so, being free – half wishing we weren’t.
If you knew the reason I was late so many times,
that someone else loved me, I know now you never would’ve taken me as yours.
I was an hour late this time, and on the way home we joked about
all the excuses I’ve given you… and all the ones you don’t believe.
