that last time I snuck you over and made you spaghetti. The moon was full. I couldn't find the right meatballs. I can't believe I was so sneaky, and that I prayed on my way to meeting you. It didn't make any sense. It was an oxymoron. Protect me from what I'm about to do, as ridiculous as that sounds, I think my prayers were answered. How can God be that understanding of my weaknesses? He never ceases to amaze me. He walked in the door making plans with his best friend, and I knew our time together would be short. He was cramming in visits with every friend he could think of before he left. He acted like he was dying and had to make his final statements to everyone individually. We had Netflix at our finger tips, but we chose to watch snakes on a plane on some illegal Chinese website. It was ridiculous, we both confessed that we had been wanting to see it for years, so naturally that was our only option. Snakes on a plane, he pulled away. You went into the other room before we started eating and you played our song. I couldn't control my face. It was probably sad and happy all at once. Sad that our song wasn't true, happy that you remembered. Everything was easy, well it was for me anyways. We kept things light and I didn't want you to go. You made plans when you were walking in the door. You let go first this time. I would've held on longer. I remember trying to make you stay. I didn't even try to hide it. You offered to let me keep your computer, but I didn't want my roommate to see it and know you were there. It was so awkward when she texted you when you were with me. I felt horrible, but at the same time, I didn't care. I was on autopilot. Just get away with it now, deal with the consequences later.