this one time.
this one time... it was perfect.
except, it wasnt, i guess.
i thought it was.
the planets knew otherwise.
will it ever be as perfect a time as it seemed to be again?
who the hell knows.
but it hurt, the perfection.
it hurt(s) alot.
and i dont know how to make it any more right.
i dont even know where to look for that rightness.
is it meant to be imperfect?
maybe, maybe.
sounds like a riddle, but its not.
its my heart breaking.
and me second-guessing.
or just pmsing.
except, it wasnt, i guess.
i thought it was.
the planets knew otherwise.
will it ever be as perfect a time as it seemed to be again?
who the hell knows.
but it hurt, the perfection.
it hurt(s) alot.
and i dont know how to make it any more right.
i dont even know where to look for that rightness.
is it meant to be imperfect?
maybe, maybe.
sounds like a riddle, but its not.
its my heart breaking.
and me second-guessing.
or just pmsing.
