I lost faith in you a long time ago… but that didn’t stop me from holding on. By the end of the summer, I had forgotten my last interaction with you and that was the way I liked to leave things off. I didn’t want to remember how bad you had hurt me or how good it had felt. I didn’t want to think of anything pertaining to you. Thinking only led to exploring, exploring to sorrow, sorrow to anger, anger to hate. I didn’t want to hate you. I didn’t want anything more from you. I didn’t.

I somehow managed, however, to find my way back to those waters - the place where we existed. It wasn’t intentional and it wasn’t my idea, but I wasn’t going to let an opportunity to be there pass me up…