Then, because of what we were talking, I was all thinking and stuff, then I was full on blog-stalking posts from one and a half, almost two years ago now.
I remember tears streaming down your face when I said I'll never let you go.But all that's dead and gone and past.
Lala. I'm being paranoid. Again. Over thinking. Again. Should stop it. Can't.
7:16am, next day
My dear, it can be said that you still terrify me.