He kissed me.
He kissed me.
He fuckin' kissed me!
He grabbed my shirt and pulled me closer.
He caught my face with his aggressive hands.
And then he pressed his lips furiously to mine. He wouldn't let go, and i didn't try to make him.
He kissed me.
What the fuckin' hell was he thinking?
"I fuckin' love you, you bastard" that's what he said.
What if he did?
He kissed me and i kissed him back. At least that's what i suppose.
He loves me and i love him back. At least that's what i suppose.
And then he went and everything shattered.
He knew how to hurt me.
And that pain inside of me was almighty. I was in the need for consolation and distraction. I visited Effie.
And there they were. The person i wanted to forget so badly and the person i wanted to make me forget.
He kissed me, he kissed her.
He loved me, he fucked her.