I’m hurting tonight. Really hurting. The most since that whole fucked up episode that we somehow managed to overcome.
My stomach is sick with love. It’s had long enough feeling nice about you and now it craves you, it absolutely fucking needs you.
“Right that’s long enough, it was all very nice, this honeymoon period. Now present her to me. Now. NO NOT IN A MONTH OR SO, YOU CAN’T TREAT ME THIS WAY. NOW.”
Thankfully I know it will be better in a couple of days, it’s just this mood I’m in. I hope. But I can’t live without you, I really can’t. NOW.