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Do you remember the day we first met"
Well of course you remember...
But do you remember it like I do"
I can still recall the odd taste of glitter as it flew into my mouth when I started to apologize.
I think I've turned the day into something bigger than it was.
Romanticized it in memory.
It was easy back then. Now, not so much.
The man that stared after his long lost sister....I thought he was sweet, unable to approach.
Then I learned he was actually a boy betrayer.
Forget all of that, though. Ancient missions aside, that was our day. It was all door destroying, armchairs, phone calls and whiskey.
Always with the whiskey.
I didn't mean to be like this when I came here at first. I was fifteen, and it felt like I was the most foreign of them all. No English sat on my tongue. I was human, hopelessly so. Useless without a bow. I hadn't intended on staying. Going back to Japan wasn't much of an option, since the closest things I had to a home were crooked tree branches I could sleep in. Still, I hadn't intended on staying. It was a strange land of adults, all drunk and powerful.
Now I'm one of them. Maybe I'm not such a powerful woman, at least compared to everyone else.
But drunk"
Oh, I've got that one down.
I know you're going through something right now.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that I can't fix it.
I always try to fix things, don't I"
You hate that about me, I think.
Not everything's fixable.
I apologize too much.
I was a bad girlfriend and a bad fianc".
I don't know what made me think that I'd be a good wife.
But there's still that day, sticking in the back of my mind.
I took the stairs instead of jumping out the window.
Flustered by something so silly...
What was it"
"Spooning." Not even the act itself, just the word.
I can remember the moment I realized that your eyes were blue.
Dark in a twilight sort of way, but still blue.
I'd like to say that I saw stars in them, but I didn't.
All I saw was the same abyss that had sucked me in before.
Do you remember the day we first met"
Well of course you remember...
But do you remember it like I do"
I can still recall the odd taste of glitter as it flew into my mouth when I started to apologize.
I think I've turned the day into something bigger than it was.
Romanticized it in memory.
It was easy back then. Now, not so much.
The man that stared after his long lost sister....I thought he was sweet, unable to approach.
Then I learned he was actually a boy betrayer.
Forget all of that, though. Ancient missions aside, that was our day. It was all door destroying, armchairs, phone calls and whiskey.
Always with the whiskey.
I didn't mean to be like this when I came here at first. I was fifteen, and it felt like I was the most foreign of them all. No English sat on my tongue. I was human, hopelessly so. Useless without a bow. I hadn't intended on staying. Going back to Japan wasn't much of an option, since the closest things I had to a home were crooked tree branches I could sleep in. Still, I hadn't intended on staying. It was a strange land of adults, all drunk and powerful.
Now I'm one of them. Maybe I'm not such a powerful woman, at least compared to everyone else.
But drunk"
Oh, I've got that one down.
I know you're going through something right now.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that I can't fix it.
I always try to fix things, don't I"
You hate that about me, I think.
Not everything's fixable.
I apologize too much.
I was a bad girlfriend and a bad fianc".
I don't know what made me think that I'd be a good wife.
But there's still that day, sticking in the back of my mind.
I took the stairs instead of jumping out the window.
Flustered by something so silly...
What was it"
"Spooning." Not even the act itself, just the word.
I can remember the moment I realized that your eyes were blue.
Dark in a twilight sort of way, but still blue.
I'd like to say that I saw stars in them, but I didn't.
All I saw was the same abyss that had sucked me in before.