Sometimes I wish that night I had kissed you. You were so intoxicated you wouldn’t have remembered.
Perhaps when we were in the bathroom together. I could have just looked you in the eyes and kissed you. Maybe just kissed you on the cheek. Maybe then, so many weeks later, I wouldn’t regret doing nothing.
Sometimes I just sit in my car and think about how I could just leave. Just leave. Pack a bag. Bring my credit card and all the cash in my house. And leave and not come back for a very long time. I could drive wherever I wanted to. I could just go. And not come back.
So I’m working on this English assignment. It’s a compilation of all of the assignments I’ve done this year so far. I’m reading one from January of this year right now. It’s a two page personification of “Betrayal” as if the word was a person. I now realize I described one of my good friends in it.