I Was Thinking About How Disjointedly Time

I Will Always Tell You The Truth.

I Did Know This- Every Second I Spent With Her Was Only Going To Add To The Pain I Would Have Suffer Later

Can't You Just Thank Me And Get Over It?" "thank You." I Waited, Fuming And Expectant. "you're Not Going To Let It Go, Are You?" "no." "in That Case . . . I Hope You Enjoy Disappointment." We Scowled At Each Other In Silence. I Was The First To Speak, Trying To Keep Myself Focused. I Was In Danger Of Being Distracted By His Livid, Glorious Face. It Was Like Trying To Stare Down A Destroying Angel. "why Did You Even Bother?" I Asked Frigidly. He Paused, And For A Brief Moment His Stunning Face Was Unexpectedly Vulnerable. "i Don't Know," He Whispered.

Good Luck Tended To Avoid Me.

I Tried To Be Diplomatic, But Mostly I Just Lied A Lot.