Las flores con limon

Absolute dumpster fire mess for like a week, was like climbing to heaven only to be knocked over by wind’s indifferent grin, arms flailing to the abyss

Sure, we chatted because i kept recharging the batteries.

You had checked out, one foot on the ground but still respectful, nice

Never did give me the chance to explain my needs, to shed some light on what could have been a mutually beneficial situation.

First rule in your book i guess was exactly that, once needs are expressed its dead, yeah?

So fastforward, two weeks of us playing ghost. You didnt flich an inch, neat trick

Tried to build a bridge back to ya but you ogre stomped my spirit, i believe you were haunted by a trigger unrelated to me