I kind of miss you. That smile, that general assumption you have me figured out, then that resigned look when I ask you to explain and you say you can't read me. I can retreat into my hate and schemes and grey tinted glasses, but the fact is sometimes I just want someone to challenge me. Ironically, it is this challenging that is keeping us apart.
Why do I keep doing this whole "happy-by-day-miserable-by-night" thing? i need sleep. and carbonara.
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