February 2012
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I believe you’re still out there, somewhere. I long to see you again. I feel horrible to let you slip away. I knew it was happening but I pretended it wasn’t. I let every little thing get to me when I said I wouldn’t. I got caught up in people who didn’t care. I forgot a lot of my reasons. Sentimentality made me feel bitter, so I spat it out in a whim. I can’t explain...