What the one with words says: Reinventing my love for them was the least I could do. As for him; I could never reinvent for him no matter how hard I tried. It is odd that I am thinking about him now. He is of no importance and has no relevance. Sometimes I wonder "What am I to do?". I hope my message got to you. I want to talk to the "replacement," but I don't know if he/she knows who you really are the way I do. This week has been...
I feel like a scientist. The least I could do was become a spy who didn't report to anyone but themself. I guess that's what I am. Take your pick: scientist or spy. Don't forget to reinvent yourself. He never reinvents anything. Even that love he had for that one girl. He'll never have that again. I'm sure. No matter how many married women he claims as "lovers," he'll never be able to reinvent anything. Do I pity him? I used to not know the answer to that. Now I do. Yes, I do pity him. I pity him for all his flaws. For all the married women he sleeps with. The unconcious emotional pain that he creates. How he makes her cry. How she broke his heart.No, how her parents broke his heart. They hated him. Probably for a good reason, too. I have a soft spot in my heart for him.