But leave it to me to always say them.
Oh man, that is SO my dream. I want to erase him from my mind SO BAD.
It will, but you'll only realize it when it's behind you. I compare it to a long, cold slog through a swamp. Hang in there...
From the minute I walked in the room, he grabbed onto me like he would never let me go. I love you and miss you was uttered over and over again until the meaning of it didn't even comprehend anymore. The kissing went on for what seemed like hours, until I led him into the bedroom. Lying naked next to each other afterwards, talking, touching, wishing for what would never be.
Hey anonymous in Massachusetts, you forgot to post the rest of the blog that I deleted 10 minutes after posting it last night. You must be really hot on my trail because you ALWAYS manage to catch my posts right before I delete them. Such a tricky motherfucker. And by the way, say hi to the Ho from Hoboken for me.
Anon in MA totally guarantees you win the award for having the creepiest blog stalker. The reposting of your deleted posts is sheer demented genius.
It never ends...That's what makes it life.
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