I’m so glad you made time to see me. How’s life? Tell me how’s your family; I haven’t seen them in a while. You’ve been good, busier than ever. We small talk: work and the weather. Your guard is up and I know why… because the last time you saw me is still burned in the back of your mind. You gave me roses and I left them there to die.
2 years ago on May 11, 2011 at 05:36am
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