I hope you still think of me sometimes. I do not want you to forget me. I am hurt when you say that sooner or later, you will. I know that's what you need. That's what you always do. But please spare me.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Ok. I'm gonna admit it again. I am jealous. Everytime I'm with her and you give her a call to invite her to eat 'as usual', and I see how her face lights up and drop everything else to go, I feel something weird which I cannot exactly explain, but it is far from being pleasant. It feels bad.