The sunbeam, that wave of rightness, those nervous fireflies.
What was the best for me was a regret for you?
Where does that leave you? And me? I can't say us anymore. That is in the past, one saturated in radiance here, and tempered with
dark
there-
it leaves you with your friends. The ones that don't know. The ones with no clue as to what you said you'd do. What you said you wanted to do. What you about wanting me.
It leaves me with the same.
But you're the one who came out ahead.
Somehow. Hell if I understand it.
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