Every time I think I have moved on and have found someone to fill those lonely nights, I always get a ghostly memory of you.
Not that I miss you or anything, but I haven't quite gotten used to feeling guilty about how things ended between us.
This morning, I woke up with the word "reverence" in black sharpie on my arm.
11:48 p.m. - 2010-07-02
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