I know that you will hurt me, and I keep loving you regardless.
I wish I wasn’t always wrong. I wish it wasn’t always my fault. The finger that you’re pointing has knocked my on my knees. When the party is over, How will I get home? I’m sorry. It’s not like me. It’s maturity that I’m lacking so don’t, don’t let me go. Just let me know that growing up goes slow.
I wonder if the right person will read this. It would be nice if they did. But they probably won’t…
You know when you are trying to move on and forget about someone… but somehow their name appears everywhere. They are new timekeeper… they wrote a document that you happen to be reading for your new job. In fact, all the documents that you had to read today were all written by that same person. What gives?
Now that i have left, i wonder the next time our paths will cross. Maybe never - but know that i am sorry things got so crazy. And i wish you well.