Good inside now.

I grab my bag and head for the door.

Feelings poor out as I remember I have done this before.

A tear rips down my cheek landing in the corner of my mouth.

I just had to, stupid me, get up off this amazing couch.

I could have hung out for a while and stayed.

But again, I left and made that horrible mistake.

I was given the words "I'm done"

And that was the end of my stupid fun. 

Time passes, feelings regret.

I'm happy that the past is the past.

Forgiveness is in the air.

I smell it outdoors.

I no longer am wearing my "i dont care" makeup.

I have unclogged my pores.

An air hug would have been nice.

I'll never get it now.

Atleast, atleast. Its good inside now.

Although, is it supposed to be? I dont know how.

I love you, Amanda.

Bff.