You were a musician. I think that’s what made up most of the appeal. Also, maybe the fact I was under alcohol’s anesthesia for most of the time I was getting to know you.
I met you right before summer vacation and you left an impression on me that I just don’t get from most. You were wonderfully intense, thoughtful, and talented. You knew this and you damn well took advantage of it. You dared to manipulate my well-intentioned soul and soon I became convinced I needed your nurturing.
Then, the day I awoke to seeing you asleep in the bed next to mine, with your arms wrapped around her, I learned.
I'm okay, though. Thanks for not asking.
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