Thursday, March 15, 2012

I have been missing you. A lot. And as much as I decide against it, and fight it, I cannot. I don't say much. Probably in little things like I want to get drunk and dance with you. But I want so much. I read your mail and wanted to call you. But then decided against it. I will cry. You will cry too, I think. It will be such a mess. I don't want to cry with you, I want to laugh with you, with no worries.

Instead, I cry in my bed and go buy myself a Bournville. Alone.

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