I guess it's all for the best.
Taking the long awaited but hardly expected plunge into forever.
I still hate you; quietly, secretly though, and I don't think I'd follow you around
except for the cold fact that I don't have anyone else to be following, and no other reasons to be motivated in my life. We forget and forgive and waste away, a relationship with the devil down under our skin. And I'm realizing how much I wanted someone else, something else, anything else
other than this.
