I still have nightmares about you. I wished they’d stop. I have deja vu A LOT. I don’t see these coming true though. Thus, they are nightmares.
I love you. But I don’t see a miracle on the horizon. Yet I can’t shake it. Hopeless.
I want(ed) to love you. But miscommunication, or lack thereof, seemed to derail us (story of my fuckin life). I thought maybe we could pick up where we left off. But you “can’t”… :\ guess not.
I used to love you. But that was YEARS ago. And although I’m glad you’ve found your way back into my life. It’s just not going past where it’s at. (but the piercing down below was a welcome surprise)
3 strikes. I’m out.
