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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