I teared up a little after it happened Saturday night.
It’s not like I took him for granted or anything when we were together but after it happened, it reminded me what it’s supposed to feel like. Safe. Taken care of.
I feel like I lost something Saturday night. And now I’m sad about it because I don’t know if I’ll be able to get it back. Also I can’t decipher what even is, was. I feel ashamed and terribly embarrassed. All my friends say yolo, but I can’t.
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All Good Things Come to An End 