Disclaimer: I own this deed of fiction not, Kind Sir Marvel does
and I beggeth thee, have mercy and sue not the knave college rogue.
I'm taking a break from the "Crimson" series untill I figure out how
to kill the next victim and why. This story is set in the mind and desires
of a young woman upon losing the love of her life And writing about it. Yes, by golly, another
"Scott and Jean" thingy. Rogue and Gambit didn't really fit and
Storm hasn't got a boyfriend. So yea.. um, I'm going to write now.
Yer ol' pal, The Bud.
Dallas is No Place for a Broken Heart.
I came here to spend the week in Dallas to heal my broken heart.
I thought the humid warmth could replace your missing arms.
This would be funny, if it weren't so pathetic.
Why didn't I say so much that I wanted to, when I held you?
Thats easy, I didn't know I had things to say.
Scott, you always wanted to visit Texas, but I never thought I'd
be here without your warm, strong body holding me.
I even miss the way you smelled.
I havn't thrown your clothes out yet. My last physical piece of you.
I cannot even bear to take your ring off yet.
You meant so much to me, and even though I've hurt you,
I know you forgave me. You always were forgiving.
Still, Scott, All I can think about is every time I let you down.
When you said I changed too much, it hurt.
You left me alone. Was our time together so bad?
I'm left to wonder, where are you now?
Do you still even love me?
I still love you. I miss your sweet voice calling me Honey.
I don't think you miss me.
We had to be apart for so long, I'm starting to think you forgot me.
You cried last time we talked.
You hurt me so much.
You think that I could even think about taking another lover?
Your wrong sweety.
I know you look, thats fine, But I love you.
Why can't you understand?
Why do I have to tell a stupid book this?
Why do you have to be so sensitive?
Why did everything always have to come before me? Always!
Thats where we went wrong.
Starting tomorrow, I'm gonna leave Dallas and find you.
We are going to work this out, and come Hell or Mr. Sinister,
We're gonna be ok.
If you'll believe me.
and I beggeth thee, have mercy and sue not the knave college rogue.
I'm taking a break from the "Crimson" series untill I figure out how
to kill the next victim and why. This story is set in the mind and desires
of a young woman upon losing the love of her life And writing about it. Yes, by golly, another
"Scott and Jean" thingy. Rogue and Gambit didn't really fit and
Storm hasn't got a boyfriend. So yea.. um, I'm going to write now.
Yer ol' pal, The Bud.
Dallas is No Place for a Broken Heart.
I came here to spend the week in Dallas to heal my broken heart.
I thought the humid warmth could replace your missing arms.
This would be funny, if it weren't so pathetic.
Why didn't I say so much that I wanted to, when I held you?
Thats easy, I didn't know I had things to say.
Scott, you always wanted to visit Texas, but I never thought I'd
be here without your warm, strong body holding me.
I even miss the way you smelled.
I havn't thrown your clothes out yet. My last physical piece of you.
I cannot even bear to take your ring off yet.
You meant so much to me, and even though I've hurt you,
I know you forgave me. You always were forgiving.
Still, Scott, All I can think about is every time I let you down.
When you said I changed too much, it hurt.
You left me alone. Was our time together so bad?
I'm left to wonder, where are you now?
Do you still even love me?
I still love you. I miss your sweet voice calling me Honey.
I don't think you miss me.
We had to be apart for so long, I'm starting to think you forgot me.
You cried last time we talked.
You hurt me so much.
You think that I could even think about taking another lover?
Your wrong sweety.
I know you look, thats fine, But I love you.
Why can't you understand?
Why do I have to tell a stupid book this?
Why do you have to be so sensitive?
Why did everything always have to come before me? Always!
Thats where we went wrong.
Starting tomorrow, I'm gonna leave Dallas and find you.
We are going to work this out, and come Hell or Mr. Sinister,
We're gonna be ok.
If you'll believe me.