domingo, 28 de agosto de 2011
Bet you’ll wish I’d stayed
Just when I thought I had come to terms with it, I remembered that one time…
That one night, I was in your bed with you, just about to fall asleep, and you asked me if I could turn around and face you. I did, and you held me and touched my hair. You said, “Hey. I just wanted to say… I noticed that every conversation we had today ended in arguing, and I’m really sorry. I think it’s because I’m tired. But it’s not okay, and I wanted you to know I didn’t mean it.” Then you kissed me on my forehead and we fell asleep in each others’ arms.
That is why I love you.
But I know it's a mistake.