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It didn't hurt to find your shirt. It doesn't hurt to see your boxers and sunglasses and mix cd everyday. It didn't hurt when you didn't return my call. But for some reason, that image of you drunk, half asleep in a chair with a cigarette in your fingers, that made my heart ache. Maybe it hurt so much because that's you without me. That's what you're reduced to. That's the John I don't know. Well, right about now I really really miss the one who i met by chance and fell for, the one who didn't go away for a weekend because I needed him, the one who would make me laugh hysterically, the one I wish I could see right now, forget the past week.
I hate that picture in my mind of him on Saturday night. So I guess I should go back to all the beautiful images in my memory.
I hate that picture in my mind of him on Saturday night. So I guess I should go back to all the beautiful images in my memory.