I wonder if you talk to your therapist about me.
If you talked to her that night about me, when I walked you there.
If you walked in, smiling, happier than you thought you could ever be.
If you thought, for some foolish reason, that something special was just beginning.
I miss us before you ruined it, to be honest.
You're silly.
I wish you could've just
not
done that.
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