oh marcy,
i'm sorry.
i'm sorry that you saw me kissing someone else.
i'm sorry that i kissed someone else.
i'm sorry that that someone else eventually got hurt, because she didn't know what she was getting into.
i'm sorry for switching girls every other day.
it was mostly me trying to get over you.
that didn't work, obviously.
but you need to know that you were never a number on my tally board.
you were so much better than any of those tallies.
i loved you. i did.
correction: i love you. there's no past tense about it.
for me, anyways. not for you.
god.
i fucked up.
YOU ARE READING
remigrate
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