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?

Then again, 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.


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