you still don't see me.
3:41 a.m.

I was standing on a stranger's porch at two in the morning (an hour or so, I guess) and I got to thinking while I smoked a cigarette that you will never know about:

I still love you, you know. You told me to "get over it"...to just let it go. And so, I lied. I told you that I did. I told you that I can be whatever it is you want me to be...friends with benefits? And I can be that...because any of you is better than none of you at all. But here, in this secret place I can admit that in my heart you are still the only one for me...and you always will be.

That's all I really wanted to say. That, and boy did that cigarette taste good.

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