I don’t need to spend the night with him so much. But he told me he’d leave the back door open in case I changed my mind. I did. So when I got there, he picked me up and carried me to bed. I love that boy.
I don’t need to spend the night with him so much. But he told me he’d leave the back door open in case I changed my mind. I did. So when I got there, he picked me up and carried me to bed. I love that boy.
Tiffany: Is he drunk or on shrooms?
Matt: I'm drunk. I've never smoked marijuana in my life!
frozen strawberry daiquiris; twenty-three jello shots; captain morgan.
2012? BRING. IT. ON.
Shoulda been his ringtone those three months we weren’t together. Definitely fits.
He’s mad at me because I don’t completely trust him with my heart, because there’s a wall back up and because I can’t forget the look on this face when he said “Give up.”
Seriously, Travis?
Let’s think about EVERYTHING you said to me while we weren’t together. All the stuff you let me believe. Like that you didn’t love me anymore, that those looks in your eyes were all in my head because I, in fact, did not know you like I think I did. You broke me. And I don’t know how long it’s gonna take to put the pieces back together.
We are doing so well together. It’s almost perfect, but one in awhile, a look from you or a word about the past and all the memories flood over me again like a slap in the face.
You did that, Travis. And you can’t get mad at me for remembering because it hurts you and you want to forget you ever did it. It doesn’t work that way, and I’m sorry that it doesn’t because I would like to forget too, but I haven’t yet. It will stop hurting eventually, but you can’t get mad at me for those wounds still being sore.
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