jueves, 29 de enero de 2015

Spotless Mind


- I wish you'd stayed.

- I wish I'd stayed too. Now I wish I'd stayed. I wish I'd done a lot of things. Oh, God, I wish I had... I wish I'd stayed. I do.

- Well, I came back downstairs, and you were gone. 

- I walked out. I walked out the door.

- Why? 

- I don't know. I felt like a scared little kid. I was like... It was above my head. I don't know.

- You were scared?

- Yeah. Thought you knew that about me. I ran back to the bonfire, trying to outrun my humiliation, I think.

- Was it something I said? 

- Yeah. You said, "So go"... with such disdain, you know?

- Oh, I'm sorry. 

- It's okay.

- What if you stayed this time?

- I walked out the door. There's no memory left.

- Come back and make up a good-bye, at least. Let's pretend we had one.


Noviembre siempre triste, y tu viniste proponiendo guerras...


I thought I knew him so well. But I don't know her at all. What a loss to spend that much time with someone, only to find out that he's a stranger.

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