You’re all I can think about, and you’re so intoxicating.
I want you so badly. I’m in pain from hurting without knowing… They do say ignorance is bliss.
Is it really?
At this point, maybe I’d rather be ignorant than know what’s really going on. Maybe my heart can’t take it.
I hate ignorance. And you despise it. But what’s the resolution?
I didn’t hear from you tonight.
I know you thought about me. I know you thought about it. But it’s a risk.
It’s been three weeks.
I miss you.
Enough is enough.
