11.21.01
Hit it again, one more time. . .
I can't lie and say it doesn't affect me when I spend all night with someone in their arms. When we talk, and I tell him things I haven't told anyone in a long time. When he smooths his arms over my body and tells me that it's ok to open up to people. When I think about him for two days, and then he tells me that he's not ready for a girlfriend, but that hanging out and fucking is still ok with him.
I can't like and say it doesn't hurt that I thought he would be different, and I was wrong. Again.
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