February 20, 2008
A little dance...
He thinks that he can just not talk to me for days and days and then waltz back in, call me pookie, and everything is just fine. Then I'll always just be here waiting forever. I know I say that I don't want anything now. That he needs to learn a few things about feeling first, but my actions would be different...
But no! He can't just reappear! I'm not his little pookie or wifey or TJ or whatever else he might call me!!!!
scullerymaid at 11:58 p.m.