Today
Summer is over, the rains have come.
Its times like these that I miss him. Even thought I still love him, I remember that in our 2 years together we never kissed, his hugs were only during extreme emotions, and i could always sense disgust after sex.
He loved me, that i'm am sure of. And he was hoping, i know, that somehow I would be contented with what he could give.
I hate myself for wanting more.
