“There’s always next time.”
“Yeah there’s always next time.”
That one night in August 2023, I cried for six hours straight with “Enchanted” by Taylor Swift playing on repeat in the background. I thought that day was supposed to be our first date, how silly of me.
August 12th, the weather was nice as I vividly remember. It was state election day so I had to head back to my parents' to vote before rushing back to my place. By the time it was already late. The next day you had already gone back to your town. I did my nails, by the way, soft pink with a touch of pearl chrome powder, my go to.
With just two hours left before 2025 ends, I find myself listening to “Enchanted” again, on repeat, for one last time I promise. I’m glad I didn’t hesitate and have no regrets about you. With that, I’m leaving everything about you in 2025.
Happy New Year
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