on 2010-06-05 @ 12:00 p.m.
Don't know how I feel or what I'll do next year without you
No more staying up late, listening to you rap to the beat of the terrible, barren opening sequence of Monster, or lying with you in a sleeping bag, or on my sofa, or sitting at the kitchen table... no more taking compatibility tests, or answering your questions about my expectations of marriage, or getting your Whatr u up to texts every day... listening to the way you chew, or complain about Stella, or women in general... laughing for no reason, occasionally touching and maybe feeling...
?last |
next ?