Well that was short lived.
Jeez I need to stop writing about you. Last one I hope. I can’t believe that you still managed to get one up.
Always bringing pain that hurts so good.
I’d like to believe that we are the same but.. you know what? I have nothing more to say. I’ve said enough, none of it matters; they never did.
You weren’t not ready, you just weren’t ready for me. I couldn’t do it too, because it was you I needed to be ready for.
Honestly and truly, I just hope you’re happy and I’ll always be glad to have met you.
MichelleAKJ 