How do I even begin to share this with you... I dont want to exclaim that, My hearts breaking , motto. Cause we all know if its breaking. Its over that piece of pizza I can not have. Its deeper than that... Look I dont sleep around. I barely have encounters with men much less interaction. I can count on one hand all of my true friends. Because I know if anyone of these people needed one last breathe of life, Id give them mine. I carry myself with respect thats why they be callin me, Miss Proper. I implement the manners on the daily not just to get ones attention but because thats the way Margi raised me. In my marriage I was a classic or old school if you rather. His plate made first, curled hair because he preferd and if you spoke badly of him you might as well of spit on me too. Its been the saddest, emptiest, unobtainable notins. That still even in this very moment humbles an eases my tears. A lot of you know what WE went threw. Brusis fade, scares heal, time is supposed to heal all wounds!?. So where am I going wrong??? I want love. To give love and be loved. An not to just anyone. To a person who understands me the way most never will.
Posted on: Mon, 24 Nov 2014 07:10:37 +0000
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