you always let those other girls drive your truck when you know i would have driven it best...i still dont understand why even to this day. You know how much it hurt me and still...was it a game to you. Was it some game to just bring me closer but only stuck in the backseat, never getting to be the driver. I'm driving my own car now, and I'm driving past your area alone. I miss you.

I was at the liquor store getting strawberry champagne when i remembered that we had danced in the dark, with you between my arms and how I thought I didn't deserve this. You. And I didn't. But Francy, maybe it was YOU who didn't deserve ME. You burned our child, and I still forgave you. Still love you. It's like when we had that fight out in the rain when we fought over kale. This, us, we were never meant to last. But darling I thought we had all the time in the world. i guess now the story of us is a tragedy.

I miss you but I don't know if you do too