I’ve seen all these photos a thousand times before, and it’s a shame to think that I could not have made them a part of my life. At times I thought that maybe it was right, and it probably was - but I would have ran. Far and fast, and it would have hurt. And I would not have cared. Not enough, anyway - not enough to come back. Enough to apologize, but not enough to make it better. Feelings aren’t fact, my thoughts are not fact - and the way I think does not reflect the way everyone I encounter thinks. We’re not all orchestrated in the same fashion, but my history leads me to believe that those who I want to be closest to, usually do. An unfortunate exception.
