tabula rasa

I'm glad I'm not in your moleskins, not on your blog.

I don't belong there.

I'm not one of those girls.

I mean, those girls seem fine. In fact, I'd love to grab a beer with your ex. Talk shop. 

But I was never your girlfriend the way they were your girlfriends. I was never an exercise in how you presented yourself to the world, and I'm thankful for that.