10 Days (Part 1)
Wow...a trip out of town, stories of my past. I thought you understood. You understood well how to become a part of my past. I never thought you would let yourself become everything I despise. Never intended for you to read my thoughts, this is my way of venting. Sure I'm curious on why, but WHY do I need to know now? Don't you hate when you have great expectations and they turn to shit? Like anticipating a movie, and leaving during it, because it wasn't worth it even if the tickets were free. Give me another kiss goodbye, ask me what I think of our day so far, hold me for no reason...disappear, don't answer, don't call, don't write, don't stop by. Do I over analyze? No...I just try to understand. Try to make sense of all these situations I let myself get involved with.
To be continued...
To be continued...