” i like them bad, light skinned with them big thighs, long hair don’t care with them pretty eyes “
Your smile. Your eyes. Your laugh. Your smell. The cute texts I looked to every night before I went to sleep. How close we sat together. How I felt when I was around you. Talking to you. The things we had in common. And for what. You to like someone else. For me to not end up with you.It’s my fault I guess. I read to much into what we could of been. I set myself up for this round to fail. ...