you.

you. and guys like you.

are the reason girls like me are such bitches to these poor boys.

we know what went down.

and i wish i could have documented it all.

because then maybe you'd hate yourself. "i know. i'm an asshole. i'm sorry..."

and i kind of want you to. right now at least.

you're the one that got away.

the one that made it all better. somehow.

understood. and knew.

made life fun.

made me laugh. and want to dance around with no music.

or to the sample music in the isles at wal-mart.

run the bases at one in the morning.

talk about forest gump, the Marines, and life on the hood of your truck.

and get ice cream at two.

i always heard the Amred Forces does things to people.

i didn't know it would be like that...

here's another life lesson.

and another bridge burned.

"i'll be seeing you."