Sunday morning came way too quickly. She did too, apparently. So much so, that she actually woke up semi-refreshed. I didn’t bring up anything about what I overheard the night before. I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction. I decided that I have to hold myself responsible: I’m that hot. So who could blame … Continue reading Who Does That?
Dear Deluded, I thought it fitting to communicate via letter since that’s how we communicated best. I’m not trying to offend you, but I feel that there are some things I need to get off of my chest. Nay, deserve to get off of my chest. From a distance. From the first evening of your … Continue reading Confessions, Pt. I