we were so young. falling in and out of each other. i think about how you used to smell, too strong, too overpowering. and me, i smelled like bitter fruit. the smell of my youth. i don't smell like that anymore.
i've been listening to the music i listened to every day before i first met you. you were so critical, so ready to tell me every single thing i knew was wrong. but i was so right.
oh boy, little boy, when will you ever know?
i love the imagery you have left me with, the memories.
but i don't love you.
i'm so sorry, but i just don't love you.
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