Yknow,

trying to get me jealous doesn't work. It only works if you don't try. Smiling at my girls and ignoring me and pretending you don't see me doesn't do shit really.. It just ticks me off that you're actually trying that. But fuck, I miss you. So so so much. Every love song reminds me of you. Every love story, movie reminds me of you. Everything, almost.. reminds me of you in some way. Face's remind me of you. Anywhere where you have been, we have been reminds me of you. Fuck. I can't be thinking of you. I can't be checking up on you every other day. When I'm w/ him, hugging him kissing him holding his hand... I want it, wish it was you. Still. I'm not going to go back and beg for you, talk to you though. We are both stubborn people. We have that in common, we have much more in common also. We clicked. You pretty boy. I love you. But I have to let go, I must. Thas what's wrong w/ me. I always have trouble letting go. I'm still hurt. I tell myself you're over w/me. I'm pretty sure you are. Thas why I have to do the same. I...don't know. I miss it when we love. When we hug and kiss. Every single little detail. I never left off. I peek when we kiss, guilty. I love the passion we have. When we make love. Actually make love. When your fingers tangle in my hair. Along my skin. My neck, and chin. Ah kill me.



I hate my parents. I hate it when they bring you up. What kinda parents are those!? I swear.

I love my girls. So much.