As I get older, I tend to look back at some of my relationships and I think to myself, “in hindsight, I shouldn’t have done that, I shouldn’t have said that. I shouldn’t have thought that, I shouldn’t have been mad”
our topic of conversations are usually the silent ones where she looks at me and I can’t stand it, so I look away, usually down, and I give a quick smile, but quick enough so she won’t see it, so she wont know she can do that to me.
I’m out on a date. wait. sigh, I feel the need to elaborate, to exonerate, that sentence.