"Sometimes, I just have to let her win, because losing the argument is easier than losing her."
Simple answer to the question is I’m good at messing things up.
I’m a big ball of drama and an emotional wreck all contained in this human body.
I couldn’t keep or maintain anything in my life for long without screwing things up.
Everything I’ll ever know will always be for a temporary time.
And I guess I’ll have to get use to that. Because having something or someone forever or for a long period of time isn’t something I was meant to have I guess.
I messed up what I had with you.
What I did was wrong. And no amount of apologies in the world can make you look at me or feel the same way as you once did towards me.
You told me you need time.
And I messed it up again by suffocating you with my presence and constantly bringing up the problem.
I should have left you to breathe and think things out and waited for your answer on what to do with us.
But instead I messed things up again.
And for that I’m sorry. But like I said. No apologies can make it up….
if you’re mad at me please just tell me what i did wrong instead of ignoring me
Idk why I keep getting sad over people that don’t give a shit about me.
Thank you! It’s based on a true story from my life lol
"I’m just going to shop for a present for my friend’s birthday." was the lie I told to my parents so I can secretly meet up with you.
And I’ll never forget how I first looked at you.
My eyes and thoughts only filled with lust and having the only intention to just enjoy myself for only that one night.
Your body getting intimate with mine in the back seat of your car.
And I swear, you were just going to be another guy that I’ll never see again.
Somehow we met up again on that second night.
It was getting hot, steamy, steamy and both of us nearly out of breath in the back seat of your car.
I looked into your eyes and your eyes staring back into mine.
And we both knew.
There was something more between us than a one night stand and a good time.
Our intentions for each other changed.
No longer were we going to part our separate ways after this night.
We wanted more of each other. And from that moment on. You became mine. And I was yours.