Oh, now to be gracious
What is it about? Love is celebrated, but it seems the most selfish thing. I doing it wrong.
I was in love, I think. Maybe I still am. Its just not mutual anymore live . Realizing that makes me ashamed of when I didn’t. I wanted the world our way, when our way was already a fiction. It was just my way and her way.
Just before, the thought of this difference drove me crazy. Now I just want to be gracious. Her way, like that of all the others, is her right.