shit happens

if only i was more mature at the time;
maybe things would've turned out more pleasant. More to.. dare i say our liking? i still think back babe i still reminsce and wonder how things would've turned out if i wasn't such a ignorant selfish jerk at the time. All the tears all the self inflicted injuries all the regret & stupid words; is this really the outcome of heartbreak & young love? the outcome being a self pitying fool?

i try to be mature & strong around you & him, i act like nothing ever happened. For some reason the more i witness your love for him the less it hurts. You can't imagine the anger and hurt that arose the first time i saw you and him get on the same t-way bus as me, him with his arm around you, you being out so late. You really are growing up aren't you? i always thought i would've had the pleasure to of shared those memories with you.

all i can tell myself now is shit happens.
and that i don't regret loving you