When I look out into the crowd and meet those eyes- I’m going to wonder “what if?”.
What if we would have stuck it out?
What if you had not left us that day?
What if I hadn’t dated him?
What if you had come back and I was waiting?
What if you hadn’t been such a goddamned quitter?
What if I had not clung on to my pride so fiercely?
Would it be us waiting for our turn?
It’s terrifying how quickly things changed and its even more terrifying that things might not have changed.
You’d tell me to stop being an idiot right now- like an incredible inconsiderate ass.
I walked away and I don’t regret that decision.
I know he is a good choice but I don’t think I would have been wrong either way.
Old or new?
Chance or certainty?
That’s what’s hard I think- is knowing that both roads could have been right.
It’s new, terrifying, and exciting with him- I’m not his priority, I don’t know what every facial expression means, his tones still confuse me, and most of all I don’t feel the need to read him.
You’d like him and I think you know that.
He takes care of me- I feel safe with him and I think you’d want that for me.
He is the right choice- god knows there’s no certainty in it but I think that’s okay. The words are slow but the actions are on pace- its what I need.
I like her for you, by the way.