But I even wore the same dress I wore that day. I looked down about halfway through my day and realized this is what I wore. My hair is longer and a different color now and I can’t drink as much as I used to and I don’t always say exactly what I want to say at every given moment anymore. But that is the least of it. In a year I changed so much.
I still say the wrong things all the time and wonder where my life is going and if I’m a mess or if I’m too mean or if I’m not mean enough. I met someone who makes me really think about what it means to care for someone — he is the opposite of you — but I wouldn’t appreciate him had I not lost you.
Late nights with my sandals slapping the pavement chasing you stretched into mornings and I hated to leave but thank god I did. I met you a year ago and I lost you awhile ago and thank god I did. I met you a year ago and I thought you destroyed me (I was wrong, it was the opposite) and thank god I don’t know you anymore.
