I’ve had so many “things” with so many guys that I’m starting to lose count. Losing count means I’m forgetting. Forgetting means goodbye. Goodbye means forever. “Forever” is what they said, some of them. “Don’t go” is what I said. Most of them said they’d stay, for a little while, at least. I don’t think any of them came into my life with the intention of leaving. But when you’re me, a clingy, sweet girl, who gets attached really fast, you tend to lose “things” with people. Sometimes before they’re even a “thing”.
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