rewrite the memories

tabachoi,

i stopped chasing pavements a while ago, but i can always pick up where i left off. where we left off.

i know you can't cut me off even if you left me. if you really don't give a shit about us, you wouldn't be calling me the nicknames you used to call me, you wouldn't start conversations with me, you wouldn't even take the time to eat taco bell with me and you wouldn't feel so bad for not keeping contact with me

this tuesday, we're going to chill. we're going to eat taco bell like we used to. we're going to act like we're together, cause that's what we always do. pretend that shit didn't happen, but the truth is shit did happen & we're not together. why do we hide from the past? i wish we took the time and actually talked about it. & oh yeah, i can't believe you invited your bestfriend and his girlfriend (who is a really good friend of mine), you just had to make it seem like a double date, didn't you?

i just want to say that i'm not waiting for you, but i'll always be here whenever you need me. you'll always be my first love and i could never forget you. & if we tried, we could work things out. i know we can. but in the meanwhile, we'll just chill and see what happens from then.

if it wasn't meant to be, it wasn't meant to be. we can't force love.

love,
tabachingching