All I can think of every time is the time we sat behind the hay and the bee hives and I didn’t think of it at the time but I realize now how funny we should have found that but we didn’t. instead we talked of what if’s and we should haves and I was too drunk to think clearly but I was pulling off my left hand to give to you that night to show how stupid I am. We hid from everyone the way we should’ve hid from everyone years ago but we missed it and were too scared and stupid even then. We sat there, foreheads pressed together breathing each other in and all I want from my life is forgetting.