Eighteen
I think she's out partying. I'm also. I'm drunk. I see a lot of ass right now, and I keep finding myself wanting to instead have her. I miss having her in my arms. I thought I was done with the breakup posts, but I guess it comes in sporadic waves. If nothing else I miss someone that said they loved me. I really loved A. It feels wrong to say loved in the past tense. There was just too much friction I think. I miss her. I'd love to have her in my arms right now.