You mourn the loss of a woman I couldn’t wait to rid of. You mourn a shell of a woman, not what I’m made of. I’m still shedding that me while you hang onto her like the cancer she was. You say I rejected you and left you behind. While that may be partially true, I always came back for you. Because deep down, I always knew it was you, and you’re mine.
Now what am I to do? I can’t mourn who you used to be, because behind those sunnies, those killer dance moves, and that insane wardrobe, that anxious and meek part of You is still in there…and I love him still.
I can’t forget the man who I fell in love with. He may be more beautiful and outgoing, but he’s still that shy turd. The me I was years back would DIE knowing we got this close.
But if we knew any of this would happen, would we still hang on and be attached to each other?
I knew back then I could never let you go. So if I knew then what I know now, I’d still choose you. I’d walk those hot coals just to be the next regional manager for you.
You’re my soup snake, weirdo. Get over it.