past tense.
i rememeber the first time i saw you.
wasnt good timing
but i dont regret it. at all.
regretting is something i rarely do. i did what i did for a reason, and nobody could stop it from happening.
it was cold.
i didnt have a jacket. i wasnt doing right in the head. and in general. i was walking on the side of the road.
my therapist just laid me off, told me i was fine.
i wasnt.
you pulled over and asked me if i was okay.
"no, but shit happens" i said, making it sound normal. it wasnt normal.
what i was going through is something i wish upon nobody,
but it had to happen to someone.
im glad it was me, and not you.
"do you need a ride?" you said with slight fear.
if i saw myself up close i would be scared. im not going to deny it. i am scared.
i hadnt replied to your offer, i assumed you were kidding around.
"hop in." you said to me.
you reached over into the passenger seat and opened the door, inviting me in.
i was soaking wet, it had been raining.
i refused to lay back in the seat, avoiding getting it wet.
"you can lean back, get comfortable. i dont care if it gets wet." you reassured me.
the vehicle smelt of dainty cigarettes.
the seat cover was ripped, with half assed sewn camo patches.
"this truck used to be my dads, an asshole of a man"
"hm." i shortly replied, not wanting to ask about youre family life.
"you got family here or are you by yourself?" you on the other hand, had no problem asking about mine.
"myself." i said timidly.
