with those common two words: “good bye”.

But I didn’t want this to end; those words are more hurtful than I remember.

And as I pace back and forth in my pathetic excuse for a room, I can’t help but hope that maybe this time was different.  Maybe she’ll give a new meaning to that phrase I’m beggining to fear.

It was only one night- one fucking night. But that night won’t leave my head.  I loved it; I loved every minute of it.  And I can’t stop thinking about you.  This isn’t normal for me, having such strong feelings after such a short amount of time.  But I really like you, and I could get used to this.