this is not a story or a poem. this is where i talk about whatever the hell i want.
|don't you hate it when you go from being single and enjoying it, to taking a chance with this girl (or guy, depending on your preference). it only lasts three days and is over but you can't seem to move on. you wonder if somehow it might be easier if it had of been a year long relationship.
i got off the train at central station today and amongst the crowd of people that swarmed down the stairs i could smell her.
someone had washed their hair with her shampoo...someone was wearing the perfume she wore...someone was smoking the cigarettes she smoked. and it all comes back.
i'd rather it didn't. i rather be the single friend that never wants a serious relationship. every group in the world has someone like that. i want it to be me again.