Looking in my window. I know you’ll never see this, and I don’t care.
How are you going to do it not once, but multiple times, and still come down here and tell me you’re not going to do it again? Tell me you have to fight the temptation to do it, tell me you’re restraining yourself by not doing anything else, and expect me to feel even remotely alright being around you? You can promise all you want but I don’t believe you. At least you finally admitted you were just looking to look instead of making up some bullshit excuse about being traumatized when your daughter was hurting herself years ago. Saying men are just wired to look anyway. Literally calling it divine intervention that your light magically came through the very tiny crack between my curtains that I can’t close any further because of the knob in the curtain rod? Just because I’m another year older today it’s cool?
I feel so gross. God.
I’m sorry I just don’t know where else to even say this