i know.

i think it's time that i respond to you.

i read, and i care. Do you still read this? Its not important, i think.

i also think i understand.

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The weather always seemed to be shitty. It was summertime but it always seemed to be raining.

I remember everything, I remember the texts. I remember THAT text. I wouldn't call it a load of shit. I meant it then as I would mean it now. It was the most apparent reason to me. I might be an asshole, I won't deny that. I wouldn't say you were fucked. Not by me atleast.

I appreciate the thoughts and prayers, I really do. It really does mean much to me. I don't think I could stress this enough.

I remember the drives and everything else. I remember the birthday night. It was indeed the night I met her, oddly enough. I felt guilty about the ditching. Ask certain people that I ranted to that night. I consulted many different opinions. It was a terrible thing to do, thus the asshole status is relevant. Nothing was too late though. Yes, I met her then. But no deal was sealed. I felt the same about how I felt about 'us' before and after our talk.

There can only be better things in store for you, even if that store is Best Buy.

I am happy, I am thrilled. Don't you hope for failures, darling. Stay positive. I know soon you will also be happy and thrilled, and I will only hope for the best.

(like i said, I hope we can be friends. I really do. )

Maybe this is too plagiarized for my blog. oh well.

goodnight.

ps. A Nikon D700 or D300, perhaps?