“I know how you felt about me. I knew all along. You’d break up a little, become a little more static, whenever you spoke to me and you were always trying to figure out ways to be near me. It was obvious. I’m sorry I didn’t return your feelings, I was an idiot and a fool. And it’s got nothing to do with who you become, seriously, I’m really sorry. Please, give me a call sometime.”—http://www.iwrotethisforyou.me
and to think i would’ve stayed. i travel, group to group. i make my presence known, i make my statements, i make my imprint on their lives, not knowing if i’d be remembered in two, three, four, five years. but i was there in their lives. and then i go. away. fade away. reducing the polygon to a circle a tiny circle, a dot. to nothing. and that’s what i do. i come and go, ebb and flow. and to think i loved them all i loved them all as hard as i could. but i never deserved them.