“I don’t know what made me so attached. Maybe it was the false hope you led me to believe or the sincerity of the words you said.
I’m a big talker when it comes to blaming you for all the hurt, but deep down I know that I can only blame myself.”
I walked out of the party, satisfied that I had a great time catching up with old friends and making new ones. I was kind of buzzed on all that beer, and a bit lightheaded from all the cigarettes I’d been smoking. I didn’t even think twice about the person walking behind me. I guess everything was building up to that one moment we would meet and you would tell me about myself, I was caught off guard because it seemed as if you knew so much about me, and I knew nothing about you.
You asked me if I wanted to smoke with you, and I agreed. I watched you gracefully place the cigarette between your lips, light it up, and take a deep breath. You asked me about my classes, my current major, and the work I was doing at my internship. You seemed to know what questions…
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