It's hard to remember now, the reason I dug our conversation up. One minuscule reminder of what we had.
I tell you that you're special and you tell me that I'm weird…
But you really are special. You don't even realize how special you are.
You're also fucking yourself up for no good reason at all.
If there was a way to make it all okay for you in this very instant,
I would go out of my way to do whatever is needed to make it so.
Here, I've said something nice to you again. I've also been really fucking sincere throughout.
What are you gonna respond with?
I did. I did know I was special. It just never registered how special I was to you.
The story and the memories that go with it... To think of how abruptly, ungracefully it all fell to pieces makes me nauseous. We had a fucking social contract, for fucks sakes.
"As far as this consciousness can be extended backwards to any past action or thought, so far reaches the identity of that person;"
But I don't want to forget, not this time.
