There was something looming in the air tonight. The way it brushed on my hair, the way its cold drift made its way to my face - it makes me anticipate of our meeting later. I can’t wait to see him again, to touch him, to caress him - to kill him with the dead fact that I still love him, and I’m not walking away.
He’ll be sorry he turned me down.
~ Contentions
He’ll be sorry he turned me down.
~ Contentions
Mental Notes.
Demise: Thirteen Short Stories of Love and Misery DAY 108.
Tuesday, August 19, 2009, 11:37 PM
Migraine makes one futile.
Didn't accomplish anything on my calendar of activities for this day. I'll do my best tomorrow, though. Hahahaha. :D
That's it.
Kala mo ang haba ng sasabihin eh, no? XD
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