"I love unfinished business"
If you are reading this, you are taunting me again, flirty with my purpose, toying with my reason.
If you are not reading this, I smiled all goddamn day.
Say one thing, always meaning two, your honesty has honestly gotten me very confused.
It must have been 2010, as if anything is linear, and we were standing at the foot of your stairs, as if anything was anything else. I said to you that I would rather do something terrible, unspeakable and unforgivable, where you could no longer look me in the face. I would prefer to do the worst thing you could possibly think of, than watch you grow bored with me. My eyes followed you then, as you ascending the staircase. Lovesick.
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