Did YOU break the mold?

I feel like I live my life through events of the past. "This is what happened this time last week; this is what happened this time four months ago; This is what was happening a year ago," etc. I flashdance through moments in time. I'm a time keeper and a truth seeker. HA.
Going about my normal business and...whoops, I'd think of her. Tons of possiblities and scenarios ran through my brain, but I didn't want to know the real truth. Wonderment can be good.
Where does she live? Has her hair grown longer or changed any? Who is she dating? What type of partying is she doing...concerts, pills, liquor, sexo? Is she going to school? Has she finished school?
Maybe she's living in a nice house in Ft. Worth? Maybe she's living in a hammock in Austin? Maybe she went to my dream of Costa Rica. Maybe she's stripping next to the one arm stripper. Maybe she's skateboarding through the streets of our hometown. Maybe she's swimming laps at the gym.
Besides all of the "screw you lying whore; you need to kill yourself because no one likes you; selfish ugly slut; I hate you; you're the biggest mistake I ever made,"words, one of the other last things she said to me was that she was going to work on herself and better herself every day.
Maybe she was doing that. I would be shocked and speechless. Oh how proud I would be. Smile. Hug you. Squeeze you with adoration. Serve all of your probabtion time with your head held highly; to be sincere about hurting me and paying it forward. Work hard in school or a job. Go to therapy. Go To Anger Management. Become steady and stable and happy from the inside out rather from the outside in.
I'd be my "typical same ole self" if I said she couldn't attain that by surfing, going back and forth from here to california and getting a skeleton (of all things) tattoed across her entire chest. Maybe so?! Who knows? I will do a lot less self asking.
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