Harley Q

I still think of you. I still dream of you. After all our hurt, and all the pain we’ve put each other through. All our abuses towards another, I still want you. I still want your warm body against mine. I still want your breath on my neck. I still want your voice in my head. I still want to understand you.

How do you get me so bad? How is it that you’ve got me thinking of you everyday, looking for an excuse to say your name. Wish you’d give me a chance, a second chance, a third? How many chances have we’ve had? I wasn’t lying when I said I missed you, and I still do. I could tell that you’ve changed for the good. I wasn’t trying to use you, you know the situation I’m in, but you don’t understand how hard it is.

These are my real feelings. I think this everyday. I still think of your smile, your laugh, your eyes. You’re so haunting.

If not to give me a chance to talk to you again, even as friends, I just want you to know, I’m sorry. And I truly am. And I love you. I want my puddin’ back, honestly.