It was meant to be a happy evening. On the surface, it was just to collect back my ATM card from HIM. But deep inside, we just wanted a little more of each other.
All was fine actually, until towards the end. Playfully, he burped in front of my face, my nose. Me, in my subconscious state, seriously, gave him a slap. It landed me in deep shit. He blew his top. Thinking back, it was to be expected. I must have hurt him deep.
Sorry baby.
At times, when we fight, I would begin to wonder, "Does this menas we are not meant to be anymore?" Still, I would believe it is because of me, always taking him for granted. That is because, I have not received such love he provided me with, from anyone else before.
{&i'll hold on till the end of time-}
9:48 PM