his eyes are haunted with a thousand stories of the girl i used to be. he doesn't know me anymore, i've changed too much in these memorable nights for him to ever recover from. and i hoped that maybe the time spent driving next to him would suffice for and extricate whatever was left of our dismantled relationship but that magic eight ball says outlook not so good and i take things like that literally, develop a negative sense of approachability on cloudy days and an even more disdainful countenance when the sun peeks through the clouds. .... and all i want is to feel real again.

yrs truly.

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