We glided through Saturday like a knife slicing through warm butter. I miss you. Can't tell you, maybe tomorrow I will. Something has been lost in my apartment that I have been looking for all of four months. Think it might be you. You would look so nice next to my favorite chair in the living room. Would quit smoking if you came back. And that says volumes. Couldn't we just pretend that I was what you needed? Just for today? Would that be so terrible? Damn the day I met you, damn the moment I saw you, damn the night you shared your cucumber salad with me, damn your green eyes, damn the way I feel tonight. And damn the lies I tell myself to make everything okay. But who can blame me? I mean, what have I got left to lose? Already lost you. And that is everything... To me
Reason for writing:
I still miss this guy that I really shouldn't...
Birth sign: Aries
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