It was true. I wanted to hypnotize him , to pin him down like an admired butterfly. To inject my love into him like a needle so that he would be forever mine, filled with my love, with no choice but to return this love to me. That’s how I was, I suddenly see the irony: like the cruiser. In need and impotent. I forced myself away from him either I stayed out of his sight, buried myself in work, spent hours at my paper works.
Clyry Miss Misery
· Wed Feb 19, 2014 @ 05:11am · 0 Comments