Do you ever wonder whether you let the right one get away?
I remember that kiss we shared in the darkened hallway. I remember the butterflies in my stomach. Even now, I still think how perfect you are for me. You’re the passive rebel, with a quiet sense of humor, laid-back personality, with the skater boy love for spontaneity. You are an artist with a knack for blowing me away with the way you see the world, whether through the medium of words, photos, or sculpting. Someone said we looked like twins, I think we even have the same sense of fashion. I love the way you look, tall and dark with a little bit of a child’s wonder in your eyes. You have the wild abandon that this overly-organized girl needs. Neither of us could settle down with one person and we lived for that kiss with a stranger. Maybe we’ve changed since then. Maybe you could have been my other half.
But even if you were and are perfect for me, there’s no guarantee that I would be the same for you.
When will I ever learn to value myself?
