I didn't drive down the street on purpose. I was in a hurry on the way to work, I had to make a quick trip and I ended up on the street without even realizing it. I never would have turned there if I would have known what I was doing. I was already running 32 minutes late and I just wanted to get to work before I was any later. I just wanted to have a good day. I needed to have a good day.. but then I ended up on that street. I didn't even realize it until I came up on the house. I willed myself to look away, to just keep going like it wasn' there. There was no point in looking over there because it didn't matter what I saw. It wouldn't change anything. It wouldn't provide clues or closure or comfort. It would only foreshadow the day. The "terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day."
I know more than I wanted to. I'm sure that you've fallen into a patter now, a routine that suits your needs better than I ever did. A new life where I don't exist. A new life where we were never anything, so easy for you. But I do hope you're happy. After everything, I still hope you're happy. Maybe I should hope youre miserable.. you always said you wanted to be miserable..
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