Cold

It was foolish, but I tried to read your deleted blog again tonight. It is cold and the weather is still and would have been perfect for one of our nights. Your blog has long been deleted, but it's snippets still sit there on my dashboard under your name, so I get to see the previews and read a few lines that don't really convey the full meaning of what you had once tried to tell me. I suppose that sums it up, you were always giving me snippets and previews of yourself, but I never really knew you did I? I once blamed myself for this, but I couldn't ever really know you because you never let me anywhere near the god damned truth.