why do we like to torture ourselves with the past? or is just me? it's probably just me. figures. so i was feeling very melancholy tonight, for reasons i don't want to talk about. anyway, in reading some of my old stuff, i came across this heart-wrenching piece. and my mind went to HIM and from then on, i was puddy.
----only a handful of my longtime followers will get the HIM reference. and it's okay, trust me.
the weekend looms, do me a favor, enjoy it.
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Chapter 56
The sunlight peeping through the curtains, stir her from her sleep. Her eyes open and she rubs them a bit before sitting up in bed. Eyes n...
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I long to be touched I yearn to feel Awaken this still heart of mine Steal my time with your kisses your desire you. Let consequenc...
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The sunlight peeping through the curtains, stir her from her sleep. Her eyes open and she rubs them a bit before sitting up in bed. Eyes n...
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My last post was prompted by events that occurred over the weekend. The thing about social media is that no matter how big we think this w...
2 comments:
No No No!! Don't give HIM another second of your emotional time or energy!
RG- Agreed. My moment of temporary insanity and sappiness is gone. -Thanks RG! :)
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