mood: 
introspective
introspectiveYou were beautiful and I was just how I have always pictured myself being.
We were in a hot, big city; summertime, I think. We were rolling around in a car, windows down, laughing and drinking. We held hands while you were driving. You said we can't, and I, like many things, wouldn't let go...so you gave in.
And I realized one more mistake in my life.
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