It’s Totally Fine That You Treat Me So Poorly
I like knowing that I’ll never have you. I like knowing that every second that I spend with you is a second that I will never get back.
I like knowing that I’ll never have you. I like knowing that every second that I spend with you is a second that I will never get back.
Would I have told you different things? Would I have held you in a different way? Would I have kissed you more? less? not at all? Would it be that much different?