No regrets. Its a motto I imagine you keep trying to live by but fail at every time you have to take a chance. I've watched you shrug all your responsibilities off like a winter jacket. You try half heartedly, fail, then justify. Over and over this happens to you, like you're stuck in some kind of never ending loop de loop. I used to be sitting in the passenger's seat on that plane with you--we'd go down then up then over and one day I just let go. I let go because you weren't holding onto me at all. Don't think it was easy for me either--I loved you so much just thinking of you would give me a head rush. I'd have dreams of you, finally we were together, finally we were! Then I would wake up, and the ghost of you would linger in the room. I think if I saw you tomorrow it'd all come rushing back. Its a good thing you left, although I made the effort to try and get on good terms with you again, and although it seemed like you forgave me at the time. A good thing. I won't even have the remote chance of running into you somewhere, like an art store. What were you doing there? I saw your mother driving by me the other day. Looked away and prayed that she didn't see me or recognize me. If she were to look into my eyes she might have seen a little fragment of you in there, and I don't want that. I want to take a pair of tweezers and pull you out of my brain like a glass shard. I think you might be dug in there too deep to reach.
-Lynette
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