You've killed it a bit. I was doing good. I was being pursued. I was forgetting all about the way you stutter, the way you smell, how your smile really means everything when its real, how your love feels when you love me... but I need time. It's not like I planned to hurt you, I would have stayed with you through anything but when you let me go that last time I didn't think i'd be seeing you again for a very very long time. This could have worked but you gave me time to move forward over those short summer months, yet I'm sure if you tried hard enough you could win me back. I'm not entirely sure thats what I want though... maybe i'll let you back in, maybe I won't.
