I would like to be "someone else" right now.
I gave you up a few months ago, after what was it, a year of engagement, and a lifetime of finding eachother?
That's really corny, but you know how we were. Those conversations we read over and over again, lovey-dovey notes in class that meant everything to us.
I still keep those you know, plus the beautiful ring yuo gave me. Of course it was plastic, but I had my whole future to look forward to in there. With you.
Why do I wish I was "someone else"?
Because I made a mistake.
I gave up the life everyone wants.
I gave up on you.
My reasoning? It's unimportant now, stupid, the thought was nice, but so stupid.
My reasoning was that I thought I wouldn't be able to give you the things you needed in the future.
Like the pleasure I could not give you, every girl has needs.
Or the ears that could only sit and listen, to a crying face that I could not help.
So many things I thought I wouldn't be able to give you, that you would leave me, t