We can still be friends. Yeah. I know I made it hard on you for awhile. I know. Despite me knowing, too, that you were completely wrong for me. Yep, I clung to you in the same strange way that my childhood cat clung to eleven year old me when I held her over the commode. There wasn't really anything to fear, but the thought of having suddenly
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When I was trying to date on the internet (I'd try off and on) my big thing was that I didn't want a younger guy because I thought we'd end up having those problems where he didn't know what the hell I was talking about. I need that connection, it would drive me nuts to not have similar references. Not that I'm sure if that guy was younger than you.
Yeah you needed to let go of thinking nobody would find you attractive! Dylan tells me I'm beautiful all the time but it's hard for me to believe him, so I'm still holding on to a lot of stinkin' thinkin' myself and I'd never judge or try to give advice. But I hear you about needing to feel special.
But I also hear you about the perf butt. Oh yeah. Mama like.
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