Once there
was a boy who I loved very dearly. To be correct, I loved him with such a
passion that sometimes my heart felt like it couldn’t take it. There were times
I was sure that heart attack would kill me when I looked at him – but no. My
heart continued its fluttering beating, skipping over some pumps. I was sure
some day I would just pass out middle of the street.
First he
was not very interested – oh well, who would be? We were fighting and ragging
at each other (kinda like an old couple, I heard someone say) – I was at his territory
and I was going to sneak in there. I knew it but still I would not back off, ‘cause
it would’ve been very stupid thing to do. See, nowadays I would be rather sad
and lonely and maybe alcoholic if I would have.
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