I should've let it be. I should've kept my eyes to myself. All those words are weighing on my heart now. And the worst part . . . is that I fucking knew better.
I really thought I could do this. Not just with this one; with any-one that had a troubled past. But I think know now that that was before I finally wised-up (or maybe dumbed-down) and contemplated/grasped what a history like that means. And how long it lasts. And how many questions I'd want to ask (that probably shouldn't or won't be answered).
Being smart and curious never was a contenting combination.
My relief; the one sure thing I've got to look forward to (and maybe the thing I should've held fast to all along):
"Okay cool, I'm all yours sat night."
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