Are we still strangers, or are we now friends, maybe something more. Just because your fingers brushed the inside of my naked thigh dosen't mean that we are lovers. I wish I could say that someone else has buried their hands in my hair the way you did. Or that another man whispered in my ear that they would call me tomorrow as sweetly as you did. I can't help but think that these things are standard practice for you. The scary thing is, is that I think I could love you, and I could start to hate you for that. Because I don't want to love anyone again. I will not let you let me down. I need to stop thinking about you. When I close my eyes I can still see yours. They look like a lone tumbler of fine whiskey sparkling under the lights. Where are you when I want to sing you my songs? Where are you tonight???Birth sign: Not entered
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