fighting the fire
January 03, 2012 tuesday - 21:41
you make your bed, you have to lie in it. i fucked up, big time, and i can blame only myself.
i've loved you since forever. did you not know?
maybe it's my fault for not making it clear enough. i could have chosen not to, but i made the wrong choice.
or maybe the choice had already been made, years ago, that black, drunken night.