I always have this feeling. This feeling in my gut. It’s like a pit. A knot I can’t unknot. I always ask myself, should I or shouldn’t I? My heart screams yes. My head says no.so cliche everyone’s done it. To email him or not. To drop by and say hi to forget and move
and could we never be friends because friends would lead to more? Curiosity. Curiousity kills the cat I hear. Related Post I’ll be seeing you. CJ Inescapable
I guess whatever makes you happy.. then okay.be with her. And if she can do that for you that’s all I ever wanted was for you to be happy. But all I ask from her is that she loves you as much as I love you. Related Post I’ll be seeing you. Why is it
Enough time has passed that I can laugh. Laugh at you calling me names, like c*** ( despicable I might say), whore or that I wear whore boots, gargantuan ( by far the funniest.. 5’3 127 lbs makes me a gargantuan)? You’re sick. Loving me a one minute ( or so you said) and hating
You were the best friend and the worst enemy I’ve ever had. I felt important to be your friend, I think we all did. Even though we were all friends together, somehow with you, we were each separately your friend. You cared. You truly cared about us… About me. You’d ask me about me, and
I regret going back that night. The night that ended all…The night I saw your true colours. You was so violent, so nasty, so cruel. Wish I had just kept going home. Then maybe we still would have a friendship. I don’t miss your touch. Or the intimate times we had. I just miss you.