Wednesday, July 28
"You and I were half spilt milk with an expiration long overdue. We poured our hearts into glasses and drank each other in, except I got too drunk on happiness, so much that I ate heavily on expectations and tried to savor every bite of hope I had for us. I sat there thinking this was the best thing I had ever tasted, but for you, it wasn't. And I know I shouldn't be crying over this wasted past, because I have no one else to blame for it but myself. But now all I could do is scrub my thoughts away of a future we'll never have and of a love that never had a chance."
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