My mistake wasn’t meeting you. I would never regret that. My mistake wasn’t letting you go. I had to, you wanted to leave. I can’t keep you here. But now my mistake is remembering you when I promised myself I would forget you.
one time back when i still didn’t know much about how facebook worked, this lady who used to be my teacher a long time ago asked me how my hamster was doing because i used to always talk about it, but instead of replying with a private message or writing on her wall, i accidentally posted the most depressing status update ever