Dearest Sarc,
I found your blog, by chance.
I was told by someone that you have one, some kid at that café we went to.
I know why you don’t want to let me into your life that much. I know why you snapped when I went over to you to hold you, I know why you shrug me off when I want to have a conversation with you.
Believe me, if I could turn back that bloody clock for you so that you will never meet the man who broke your heart, I would.
But a broken heart calls for healing. You should give way to that.
And for now, I hope that you would answer your phone. I have been trying to get you from yesterday.
I would be your bastard, if you want it that way. Take it out on me, if you want it that way. :P
Kisses and Hugs,
‘Phil the Fling’
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2124 hours, and my phone is still on flight mode. I am sorry Phil.
he happens to be at the wrong time and the wrong place.
ReplyDeleteit's not worth it, isn't it?