I only regret not doing it more. A year ago today. Two years ago today. Three years ago today. Four years ago today.
But not today. Not last week. Not last month.
I thought I appreciated it. I should have appreciated it more.
No. I'm wrong. Then I would miss it more. Then I would want it more. Then I would need it more.
I appreciated it enough.
The best is when you had to have it.
No. The best is when you had to have it, and you were having it. Not when you replace it with a cheaper form because you need it.
Its when you were in it. When it was in you. When all it was was now.
When all you knew was that.
When it became perfect.
It's the kind you have after downing a bottle of wine.
The kind you have when you've waited too long. But you were teased the whole time.
The kind you have when you don't need to feel like the man. You are the fucking man.
It's when you're being torn apart.
The biting. The scratching. The chewing. The sucking. The squeezing. The holding. The screaming.
It's when love becomes primal.
It's when you're both there.
It's when nothing else matters.
It's when
Nevermind.
But not today. Not last week. Not last month.
I thought I appreciated it. I should have appreciated it more.
No. I'm wrong. Then I would miss it more. Then I would want it more. Then I would need it more.
I appreciated it enough.
The best is when you had to have it.
No. The best is when you had to have it, and you were having it. Not when you replace it with a cheaper form because you need it.
Its when you were in it. When it was in you. When all it was was now.
When all you knew was that.
When it became perfect.
It's the kind you have after downing a bottle of wine.
The kind you have when you've waited too long. But you were teased the whole time.
The kind you have when you don't need to feel like the man. You are the fucking man.
It's when you're being torn apart.
The biting. The scratching. The chewing. The sucking. The squeezing. The holding. The screaming.
It's when love becomes primal.
It's when you're both there.
It's when nothing else matters.
It's when
Nevermind.
a small volcano that you can't control
it is when the tip of your tongue wont sit still
and wants to explore every cave and hill.
i looked you up in my yearbook... you face looks familiar but i cannot remember hanging out with you...grr CHHSW memories are so vague- i was pretty different back then.