I spend my days thinking of you. No, not at you. That's a lie. I think back to our time. To what we had. And I miss it. I miss our trust. With every kiss someone else I miss your kisses. I am honest, you were never the best kisser. I have often thought of other types, while I have you kissed. I kissed with open eyes. Sometimes I even wished not to kiss you but someone else. However, we have often seen, have often sat together and laughed. We have been raging through my room like children. We had our fun. I was the first girl with whom you're gone. Ohja, that was me. It has meant a lot to me that I was the one just for that. You did not love me. I thee. This much is certain. However, I miss you sometimes. Very much. Because you still have my full confidence. Because you were the one who showed me that it is also fun for him to make me happy. Give and take. That's it. That's what I miss often with other guys. You are something special for me. Yet. Despite what has happened. And I miss you. Sometimes I wish you would come back, but that will not you do it and I do not know if I would have. I begin again to lie. do Yes, I would. I want you. Not everything about you, but not much. Not your love, but your confidence and your body. Your affection. I want what you are and what you have. Still!
The second thing with which I spend my days (where "spend days" which is also a bit exaggerated xD) is sew. The top has sewn up myself! Otherwise, I hear a lot of music: Enrique Iglesias . He has good lyrics and melodies. And third, I plan my party tomorrow. This is amazing! I'm going to post because surely something else: D
She do not want love she just want to touch
She's a greedy girl to never get enough
She do not want to love she just want to touch
Got all the moves that make you get it up
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