This just happens to be my rambling morning musing as I sip my cup of joe (black) and nibble on my brioche (blueberry).
I do recall singing his praises; it's because he's a "nice" guy with a touch of edge in his style.. not so much the flake you'd consider those creative types, and once upon a time he was prolific when the man wasn't strapped to his back and working his knuckles to the bone.
Excuses. Excuses. When you've got someone in your grasp as good as you... you take your lady out... To a nice dinner, at a reasonable hour. It doesn't have to be every week... but do not say the words, "I love you, I'm so afraid to lose you, you are my girlfriend" if you do not want to share your time, if you just wish to "squeeze" her in.
I'm starting to wonder whether you're truly happy? I know you wouldn't want to be back in high school, so why are you running to class at the ring of the bell?
I'm starting to wonder... when he says "I miss you..." is he really saying "I miss the warm inviting crevice that is your va-jay-jay" ?
These are my thoughts and I likely have no right to have an opinion on the matter. However they are thoughts of concern. They are thoughts in the best interest.
And I'm starting to wonder, "are these thoughts your thoughts too?"
xoLola
goes Beatnik.
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