That you told her that you loved her, but you don't
You touch her skin and then you think
That she is beautiful, but she don't mean a thing to me
Yeah, she is beautiful, but she don't mean a thing to me"
-Tiny Vessels, Death Cab for Cutie
This is the song that I woke to this weekend - it was an interesting soundtrack to a somewhat surreal moment in my life. Have you ever done something that you don't regret, but you aren't necessarily proud of either?
Things aren't different and yet somehow they are; after all, once you cross that line, there is no returning to the way things were before. I don't feel bad about anything, but it just leaves me wondering what kind of person have I become over the past months Have I changed or am I more of the same?
I'm too much of a traditionalist, too much of a romantic to do the other thing. It's tough to be the callous, uncaring, and one night stand kind of guy. I'm not really sure if that's the right thing for me to do; it isn't fair to myself or to anyone else. Frankly, I feel that I want back what I thought I had before.
Love.
-confused jonathon
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