Imagine, writing a book about food deliveries. I just can't, have you ever called Debonairs, KFC or McDonald's in South Africa?? Those people are not friendly. It's like they hate you for their jobs. No.
You're a distraction to my brain. The only stories I can formulate are about you. I end up deleting because I realise I'm trying to spill my feelings on paper. Your absence tattoos words on everything my ink meets. Babe, I don't know where you'll find another girl who writes about you like I do.