Midnight Affair:63
In a year from now,
maybe there’ll be things we wish we never said.
In a year from now,
maybe we’ll see each other.
Standing on the same street corner,
no regrets.
S Club.
It’s been almost a year. I’m happy. It can’t be called true love now can it? since it was only me, who loved.
Whatever. Don’t waste your breath on suicide, or love, or karma. I know you. You’re pathetic. Get right back up on your feet MR R.A. Don’t fucken beg for self-pity. You knew what kind of shit you were getting yourself into. My point is, you can just sit around and expect to feel better, or expect a miraculously concocted fairy tale. Get a move on, now! I can’t believe I loved and let myself be loved by some pathetic shitass like you. That’s just it, you’re not the same person i remembered.
Whatever. I’m sure there’ll be that one person who would extend a hand, when he sees me groping in the dark.
PS, pun totally intended.
