i am sitting here today thinking of you. thinking of what my life would be like if i were still yours. thinking about what you would think of me if you met me right now, instead of four years ago.
you would hate my short hair. you wouldn't like the painting i hung in the front hall. you would think my tattoos and piercings were unattractive. you would hate that i'm a stoner. you would think that i get a little too out of control when i drink. you wouldn't like my friends. you wouldn't be able to deal with my apathy towards time, and schedules. you would hate the girl i live with, and her cat. you wouldn't like the perfume i wear. you wouldn't like the food i eat. you would hate driving to my apartment. you would despise the bars i go to. you would hate that i ride my bike home in the middle of the night. you wouldn't like the fact that i never paint my nails.
you. would. hate. me.
and i'm just so thrilled that i love it all.
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