I have enough reason to give up.

I keep trying to do what you want.

We're getting closer and closer to the end.

25 - this is the chapter I call, "getting back intouch with romance."

coming soon....

Scratch that. 25 - this is the chapter I call, "Lust."

Meeting places all around. Reciting the right lyrics every time.
Plenty of time. Plenty of alcohol. Plenty of energy.
We've talked before.
We both have a system. We both want to figure out the others.
Meeting up. Having drinks and perfect conversations.
You understand enough of me to know I'm fairly intelligent. So we keep drinking.
We don't need to be intelligent any more. We are little more than uncontrolled.

I hope I'm right.

I hope I’m right.

I hope you try to act guarded around him, and I hope you leave all that behind you when I’m around. I hope he see’s a shell of what you could be, and you show me what you are every time. I hope you can’t help but be your self around me, and he doesn’t know how to react to you. I hope you can only see one thing in him, and you can see decades through me. I hope he doesn’t know how to kiss you. I hope he doesn’t know when to touch you. I hope he doesn't know how to touch you.

I hope I’m right.