Little boy
yup it's true: I go two days w/out calling you and I'm fine. you can't take my call (for much better reasons) and I get...upset-ish.
i know it's dumb. and childish. and vaugely controlling.
i know, i know, i know.
but in these tiny moments i am reminded of my marraige. the same secnerios where i was too lacsh, too mellow, and i payed the price. but you're not her.
not even a little bit close.
so i do worry, because i have everything could ask for, in potencial, but not in front of me. i know you care about me but i don't know if you love me.
so until then...i'll try to throw my fits in privete and let you enjoy your last days in your old life.
Dished out by Anonymous more or less at 1:53 AM
