It's weird, when things go the way you want them to, you suddenly want to take your words back...

It was like something out of a romance novel. He returned my things, including a PULP magazine that I had left at this place. As I was rifling through the pages, something fell out. At first I thought it was one of those advertisment inlay cards. But as I turned it over, it was my graduation picture. Then I suddenly remember what I told him, that in the event that we break up, I would want him to give me back the picture, just so I won't be part of his collection. And when I saw my picture on the floor, everything was so final, so over, so done...

I should be careful for what I wish for...