Sunday, August 17, 2008

Everything

Reminds me of you.
And I hate to admit it, but I still think of you.
Sometimes.
And I shouldn't.
Cause you're a jerk.





It may not be tomorrow.
But I WILL stop thinking of you one day.
When I'm good and ready.
I'll kick that fucking familiar ache out of my heart forever.

Posted by Rebecca @ 8:38 PM