where the hell did that come from!?

from repressed years of flirting back and forth. from the times we should’ve gone out but didn’t. from the times he ignored me and i let him. all the notes i wrote and (thankfully) tore up and let tear me up inside. that’s where it came from. i did what i supposed to. i didn’t let him kiss me again, though he moved to after the initial one.

then why did i cry during lovesong?

~debbi