You need a couple of years sometimes. It takes time to be able to see something properly, no matter how much you like to think that you can trust your instincts and your judgements without worry. When I say you I mean I. I mean me. I mean my and I mean mine.
The day after I first slept with you I did very bad impressions of you or what at that point I’d interpreted you as being. I bought the same CD that we’d listened to when I was still wondering whether I’d get to see you without your clothes on. And I cooked the same meal that you’d made for us, only not as well. I had a couple of imaginary conversations with myself where I was you and you were you also.
I got confused. I think I let you lead me a lot further than the real you could have actually let yourself lead me or the real you was actually capable. At least that’s what I’ve got from the understanding I have of you at the moment.
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