Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Just when I was starting to trust you again

I just read something that's quite unsettling. And now I'm worried. Please don't do this. Not now. Not again. I'd like to think I deserve more than that, but apparently you don't think so. Thanks. Thanks a lot. I hope you think of her every time you even touch her.

A bug came in my face and you didn't even try to save me!

Mikee, darling. Disregard anything I've ever said about you not being smart. Because you are. You read me so well, better than anyone ever has before. You can even tell when I'm being sarcastic over text! That's pretty darn impressive. I promise you're way more than just a pretty face. And if people can't see that, then they are the ones that are stupid. And I think that when I say that I'll always be there for you that you take that lightly. But, sweetie I don't. I'm there for you. I would say that you can just text me, but don't worry I'll text you first. I adore your face
More when I'm in a good mood, maybe.
You piss me off.

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