You were popular, I was not. I knew your name long before I ever really even got to know you.
We used to have these late night conversations that fascinated me. I let you listen to one of the songs that I wrote.
You invited me to meet you at a bar and I was too scared to go.
I was afraid I’d inevitably sleep with you and we’d either not be friends anymore or we’d wind up married.
I trusted that choice. Nothing was better than anything.
I don’t know. Decisions are weird like that.