I think that it's funny when people leave out the real stuff. So I get that when you're recalling what happened as you're telling someone else, I guess you don't have to mention that before he hit you, you called him good for nothing, and you told him he was useless, and you took back your love for him. All you ever said was:
"He hit me."
And I guess that makes you the victim, but then I really wouldn't know because you left out the real stuff.
And I really don't know why the sway of the leaves even made me think of that.
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Wanderlust
General FictionGenerally, its a diary of sorts that is on a journey with its owner, who talks about the big stuff and the small stuff, deep thoughts and experiences used to answer big life questions. One thing to remember: It's fiction. I've never been anywhere o...
