As they were carting him off on a gurney, all I could think was, I wish that was me.
But she never just accepted me for the way I was.
Stop trying to save me. You couldn't then; you can't now.
People don't change. There are two kinds of people in the world: winners and losers. Black and white. I don't know where gray fits in, or if you can even live in that shade.
I don't have alot of people to talk to. Not alot of people are worth my time.
She responds by kissing me harder and longer and deeper. She loves me too. She's just afraid.