When I left your house this morning I fought not to let the words I love you slip from my mouth and fall dead on the concrete street in front of your house. Thats probably where they will end up anyway, but I will not bribe their passing, and beg them to leave. Its too soon, James. Its been almost a year and its still too soon. My love is bitter, which you will soon learn probably the hard way. My heart is healing, but my head is not. When I was sitting on Rebecca's front porch, smoking, looking at your house, I swore that I saw you through the blinds with someone else, even though you said you were at work. Then you strolled up the drive and fell into my arms. I was wrong, but suspisions still lurk. Stay with me tonight and let me show you the truth of meBirth sign: Not entered
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