everything is irreversible.

last night he got mad that i was leaving so soon. i looked at all of his father's books. my bone is swollen where i was stung. i wore a skirt to the movies and i imagined we were fine and would hold hands on the way out; it's not like we ever did anyways. a girl can dream.

oh and he's one of those boys that tries to make you feel better only because he feels so guilty. i guess that's the most sincere way to console someone; but i only guess.

p.s. you rock my world.

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