Beautifully damned.

I wonder what you see when you look back.  

I wonder who you see.  

Who is the villian in our story? Who is the hero?

Do you remember the things I said and did? Do they make you smile or is it just a constant pang of regret? 

Perception is reality and as much as I want to make my version of the story the truth, I have to accept that perhaps it isnt. Your version might be more accurate. Time might have made the edges blurred and the colors burn brighter. 

It was so simple.....in the dark of night, away from prying eyes and inquisitive minds. But then the sun came up, darkness faded and you once again became somebody that I used to know. 

I wonder what you see when you look back. 

I wonder who you see. 

What's the story? What is our story?