Minutiæ

The entire ordeal came and went. Standing at the doorstep of another day, I ask myself, "why?"

I was a-okay. Was a-okay believing she felt the same. And then found out she didn't. Then took the about face and ran with it as far as I could go. Because when she cares, I care just as much or more. I suppose it's a folly, but when things like this don't happen it gives me a satisfaction to know that there's someone out there that I care for this much. So much, that it transcends my own feelings of self and moral. Indeed it is a folly, but the intentions are right.

I'll have to learn to not be so much like this.