I hate the way I am missing you. Your smile, your Dad’s smile. How they both remind me of my own fathers beautiful smile.
I hate not being able to be around and listen to you n your father stir each other. It always made me laugh no matter how low I was.
Actually being just around you always made me feel alive, I have lost my mojo, and need a lift. But besides that. I miss you all together.
Even if you was never genuine, and I done nothing to deserve the pain you dished out, other than telling you your fortune for what you served me. I still miss you….I always wanted the last laugh. So I suppose you win again.
I miss the way you felt. Even though it was only lust, it was the most amazing feeling…Geezus I hate us for all of this. Olé one. Xx xoxo.