This complicates things more than I thought. I tried to stop this before the start. But my clumsy lips fell into yours. You grabbed my shirt I lost my thought. Suggestions beg the question of what we should or shouldn't do.
Like two kids we were so dumb sitting on my front porch that night. You walked home as I laid low trying hard not to fall apart.
A lesson learned from past mistakes. That's what I tell myself these days. And I'm not better. I'm just plain bitter. That's what this last year has taught me.
On your way back home you stumbled across the corner where we said goodbye. You told me the next day you needed more than me.