I'm still here.
Kevin's back.
His excuse?
"Iwasafraidandmythoughtprocessbackthenwastorunawayfromallmyproblems. Iwasn'tmanenoughto tellyouIcouldn'tdo itanymore."
"Iwouldhavetoldyou. Ididn't know ifyouwere hurt orworse. Wasitme?"
"No. Youwerenothingbutperfect to me. Itwasmydecisions. I'msorry."
I'm able to have a civil conversation with him now.
I wish so badly that we were more than what we are.
I told him I want to run away, told him all my plans.
"Goodluckfriend (:"
"Wewenttothecity, itsbeautiful."
"That'sgoodbud (:"
Its like he wants to stab my heart.
I go along with it. Because I'm still talking to him.
