Good To You

So, I’ve had a lot of time to think, and it’s time to be real with myself. When it comes to comparing things, some things just can’t be compared to. The things I shared with the Girl in the Story, I never want to share with anyone else again. I know this because I’ve tried. And to be honest, I’m sick of trying. I said it before, things just made sense with Her. We shared the ups and downs. We cared about each other and if she was sad, so was I, sometimes, and the same went for Her. These days it’s hard to find someone who gives a fuck about your feelings. I don’t know, maybe She spoiled me. Or maybe She just was the fucking best. I tell you what, read that last sentence again, but take the “maybe” out. She was so good to me. And because of that, I made a promise to myself. And if she ever reads this, I want Her to know. Not a day goes by that I don’t wish I was with You. Not a second goes by that You’re not on my mind. For You to have been able to do this to me, after 15 years, I still feel this way about You. I promise You, no matter if we’re together or not, I’ll always be good to You.

Wasn’t I good to You??


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