...

"Sometimes, I get speechless...completely lose my train of thought...because I have you on my mind..."


:( I'm a fan of flight...









Take me far away from here...

No More Attempts.

So I said I was giving up on trying with you.

And tonight was the last time.

You're right. I'm too nice for my own good.

Deja Vu.

IT happened again. It skipped a beat.

You are so over.

And out.

Let Them Eat CUPcakes!

It really is the little things...the simplest pleasures that make my day.




Cupcakes, for example.

Or my pets. My bed. Ice water. Ice cream. Soup. Smiles. Dimples. Sand between my toes. Clean linens. A great cuddler. Good conversation. Books. New words. Birds in flight. Rainy days and rubber boots. Leather boots.


Saturday night was not my idea of a good time. However, all horrid regrets about going to North Shore on Saturday night was overridden by my Sunday day/night. No need for explanation. But wow, I did not realize how much I missed it. The night was as close to perfect as it possibly could have been.

It's like that feeling when you think about a past moment and it makes you smile. That warm, fuzzy, my heartstrings are being pulled kind of feeling. Well, Sunday was definitely not the "awww!" type of moment; it was more of a "holy fuck!" type of day, that still makes you smile.

Get The Point.

I intensely dislike you.



You're annoying. You say things that don't need to be said. You talk too much.

We're complete opposites. And not in the "opposites attract" kind.




I don't return your phone calls. So get the hint.



Smarten up, buddy. Stop calling me.

Naivety.

I should have known. I let myself believe for one second...but not again. Never again.