*sighs* * whimsical look in the eyes* *smile across the face*
'Sweetheart', thats a nice word. Thats what he used to call me. You know what else he used to call me? 'Bitch', and 'Slut', and for those really special occasions, he would call me cunt. *deep, pleasant reminiscent sigh*. How can I forget cunt? *smiles*
I remember one time, in winter, we were sitting in the shadow of the night, the moon shined with all it's beauty. There was a sweet scent of tulips and daffodils in the air, the breeze blowing was cool and fresh. Thats when he caressed my cheek and spoke gently "Listen, I'm not your boyfriend, get the hell out of my life and stop stalking me on facebook"
You know when I think of it now, It does not feel so romantic anymore. ahh well, love fades I suppose..
'Sweetheart', thats a nice word. Thats what he used to call me. You know what else he used to call me? 'Bitch', and 'Slut', and for those really special occasions, he would call me cunt. *deep, pleasant reminiscent sigh*. How can I forget cunt? *smiles*
I remember one time, in winter, we were sitting in the shadow of the night, the moon shined with all it's beauty. There was a sweet scent of tulips and daffodils in the air, the breeze blowing was cool and fresh. Thats when he caressed my cheek and spoke gently "Listen, I'm not your boyfriend, get the hell out of my life and stop stalking me on facebook"
sounds like your better off without him.
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