Perfect and imperfect

Over

I didn't talk to her all of rehearsal. I sat by Jo and laughed with Sophie and a few other people I knew but I didn't talk to her. I'm glad I didn't have to but after rehearsal I did. I hate every single thing I said and I hate what she said double it. I remember when I thought she was perfect. I remember how I thought we were at least friends. I remember how I at least thought she was kind. I remember when I thought I loved her.

I remember when I knew I loved her.

I remember when I was in love with her.

But I'm glad those times are over now.