Before it all, a wish for one who's held my heart, that hers will always burn as bright and proud and joyful as it does now. Happy Birthday, Joey
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It only makes you an asshole if you asked her to marry you first. Otherwise it's expected. Or maybe I'm saying that because that night sounds like a thousand of mine and it makes me feel better about myself to justify yours.
I think there are people out there who cannot make a distinction between fucking and other forms of sex. I don't see the point of staying over if I don't want anything else. Either way, I'm in good company, it appears.
I'm not so sure I'm always certain myself. But thank you for that. I hope your day was a good one. I have a little something but I'm waiting until I actually see you next. Sigh, that icon.
I was walking down the street last night and I turned my head because I swore the woman walking past me was you. Later, when I thought about it, it wasn't so much that she looked like you, although the physical resemblance was more than fleeting. It was the way she carried herself, the tilt of her head and the jut of her chin. I wasn't the only one that looked twice because she had the kind of presence that demanded it.
It made me hurt in places I hadn't expected when I realized it wasn't. I'm tired of mirages.
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I rarely know who you are speaking of, but through it all I've never thought you to be an asshole.
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Thanks. I owe you one.
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Don't think I won't collect.
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I'm looking forward to it.
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It made me hurt in places I hadn't expected when I realized it wasn't. I'm tired of mirages.
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