Pineapple hell.

A poor decision
a party with all those I work with
overshadowed by a predetermined drinking night
regret over what I put before what.

Yesterday I worked with this girl
very cute
I had wanted to talk to her for awhile, but didn’t ever get the chance
until last night.
Walked home together
after work
only to find one another soon afterwards.
I suggested going for a walk, an adventure
a great time.

Somehow, with the ending of the night we seemed to part rather quickly
likely I ran away.
Can’t stop [her] from running through my head.

Sitting here now
hoping to see her on that bench across the pond
but no one is there.

damn damn damn.

-For more in this series and the story behind it, see 13 years