[226]: freed (and laughing so hard)
coming back to the place where
we drank but never shared a glass
is very haunting in ways that
if you believed me, you know how hard the heart drops
and if you didn't, well it doesn't matter then, does it?
i still laugh
at the names you called me
what she called me
i wonder what she'll call your new little lover
anyway,
cheers to you,
here's to growth
i hope all is well
as it always should be.