When I was friends with you, I remember being embarrassed by the music I liked and the books I read. I liked what you liked too, but I liked what I liked on top of that. I was afraid you would find out I liked books like Twilight and Princess Diaries and think I was pretending. But I wasn't. But I was. I liked Hemingway and Vonnegut and Camus too. And I hated that you made me feel bad for that not being all I enjoyed. You made me feel pretentious. You made me feel like I was trying too hard. Which for that short time, I was. I will never try to change who I am for anyone else ever again. When we got together after a few months without speaking, I was completely myself and I told you what book I was reading at the time and what album I had just picked up and what movie I had just seen. The Truth About Forever, Taylor Swift, and The Sisterhood of Traveling Pants 2. I laughed since I always do and I tripped since I'm clumsy and I was awkward since I am and I ate a lot since I like to eat. And I'm glad you liked me more that way. And I'm sorry that I only got together with you to prove something to myself, not give us another chance.
Mmm, days like these are lovely. When it's cold but not too cold. Overcast but not wet and foggy.
What happened to me, you ask? Life happened. It would happen to you too... if you let yourself live.
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