It's a good ass year to be fucking selfish
There are only two solutions:
End whatever this was this Summer Or
Start all over and take our time… All the time in the world. But this isn’t my decision. I knew it wasn’t my decision when I saw you and all I wanted to do was just hug you. It became your decision when you decided to not be honest with me about your indecision. I don’t know what I can tell you. I don’t chase men anymore. I’ve learned that chasing ppl leads to false illusions and bad solutions. If anything, it’s about not running away from each other and dealing with the truth, the reality. It’s confrontation and communication. Because that right there, that’s life. And life, you can’t run away from it unless if you end it.
"You’re like those cats who don’t like to be touched"
Story of my life!