I have been standing outside the house for a while, letting my thoughts hit hard on love and company.
I really miss my ex, but not because she was someone who gave me trust. But because she was something to hug, hold and have sex with.
It’s easy to remember our time together as lovely, but in fact it wasn’t as so. therefor I decided to quit it, and even then I’m still missing that hug.
I feel like play Chas game against “time”, as if some kind of persona, shaped like a standing clock, is over thinking me at a chess game, and slowly winning.
I wish I […]
