Today I thought...
I will write to him, and explain it.
I will explain what I meant and didn't
And we'll reach some sort of understanding.
A place where we can be...
Friends.
And so I set about this task
Until my face fell
My fingers stopped...
Until I came to the place of realization:
It wasn't some magic accident
It was simply the fact:
You didn't want me.
It doesn't matter if I'm sorry
Or if I never meant it to be forever
Or if I was speaking from a place of painful anger
No.
No.
It matters that I wasn't...
That I was...
Me.
And there's something in you I didn't anticipate at the beginning
A bitter sort of place of malice that you hide so well beneath that friendly exterior
Ah
Yes
I penetrated it a little too far, eh?
Too close for comfort?
It's all unintentional until it isn't.
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