Spoke too soon last night, I couldn't sleep, maybe you read my stupid blog post. Oh well. This is what I needed. Thank you. I'm over it. And I'm over you. After this week, my unfinished business with this town will be settled. I can move on with my life, and walk away like none of this ever happened. Because perhaps that's what this is, all this ever was, and that's all you were. Just a figment of my imagination.

The thing is, there's nothing sexier than an honest man. And I will take your baggage along with mine as long as you're honest with me. That's all you've ever been, since the day we met. Honest, a little scared, but you were honest. 

And I let my ego and bad habits get in the way of that.

Is my childhood so fucked up I can't remember a better time than getting McDonald's after church or just hanging out at the pond? With my two different family's under one dysfunctional roof.

Last night, a new friend asked me why I ever left Virginia in the first place, and I was literally dumbfounded. I wanted to stay and talk some more, but the entire situation just caught me off guard.