So that is what you think the dots on my 'i's and the crosses on my 't's are? Your blood.
Did it ever occur to you that they could be mine?
Just because I don't know how I feel, doesn't mean that I'm not feeling anything. It hurst me that it hurts you and that I'm constantly letting you down.
So have this bottle of red ink, and providing that you reply, (which I know you will, you always liked a good argument) you can write in it.
I dare you.
F.
YOU ARE READING
A Lack of Understanding
De Todo'In 50 or 60 She'll leave me completely And one of us will coldly hold the others hand No metaphor for this that I can understand ... We'll be waiting in the shadows in the dead of night ... "Remember me daily." And all that will remain of us is pho...
