I take it that, *sigh*, I'm more remorseful as ever. Have to cheer myself up somehow. I'm wondering that I, as forgetful as fleeting moments, couldn't get this image of a 'what-would-have-been' out of my head. It's odd enough that it's like reruns of romantic TV shows and I'm on an acid trip.
If, if, if…
"If I could do just one near perfect thing, I'd be happy".
Now Belle and Sebastian words it perfectly for me.
…if she wants me.
