jeezkay

Hey, how’s it going since you made her your life? I kinda thought about it just the other night. I went two steps forward and now I’m back to step one. Which is funny, cause for you, you’ve just won. You got what you wanted. I’m so happy for you. Only thing is: I wish I was happy with you. I’m getting good at hiding it. It’s pretty hard to fight it. My lips just have to curve upwards when I see you. I can’t help it anymore; it’s just what you do. I don’t like writing gushy mushy things. Or is that the other way around? See what I mean...? But there’s one thing I choose to never let