Damnit…this is the sixth day in a row that I’ve almost missed the bus for school. Every morning, I hit snooze on my alarm six times, as it allows me to lay there and think. Of course, not positively, but time to think nonetheless.
I want to go back. When it was the norm to see them text first. When I wasn’t so poisoned by my own feelings. In fact, sometimes I wish I could go back to seconds before I first saw them, but whether or not I still would meet them if I had that chance, I do not know. It would save the two and a half months of optimism turned disappointment, that’s for sure, but then I wouldn’t have the experiences I’ve had with them. Thankfully timetravel is not real, I don’t actually have to make that decision.
I know what I’d do. I’d tell myself to not get attached and hopeful, that way it would end up okay.