The woods sang.
Did they? Or was it me, sitting characteristically alone on a mossy stump. I stared at nothing, yet everything that was my life. I smiled as a moth fluttered around my head.
Im a social moth!
Honestly, I couldnt remember the exact route that had gotten me to this stump. Which is indicative of my entire life. I started to weep and the tears felt deliciously cold running down my cheeks. I wiped them off with the sleeve of my jacket, and looked down at it. I laughed to myself as I realized how much I had changed for her. The jeans from salvation army, the jacket from American Apparel. They clashed hilariously in brand. All for her to call me less of a man.
Why do you do this to me? She had asked.
Do what? I didnt even say anything.
I know, thats exactly it. You never say anything! I tell you I just want to be friends and you look at me. she shook her h