You’d think you’re there, but in actuality you’re not even close to it.
It’s weird how on instinct I remembered YOU of all people. It was automatic — the words of concern sputtered out before I realized how many wrong things it may have sounded like. Not that I minded at the moment, really.
Please? I have to go na. Thanks!
But then it hit me — why the fuck should I be so concerned with that? Why the fuck do I still even care?
it’s not like I can’t be a good person sometimes, maybe I would’ve done it for any other person — but it wasn’t just that.
I was fully aware that you weren’t there.
That’s what bothers me.
I knew you weren’t there. There’s a big chance you wouldn’t even know.
And I did it anyway.