I pass him in the hall. Our eyes meet for just a second, a meaningless second, but my heart still flutters. I don't have a chance with him -- he's still with the girl he met two years ago, just when I started thinking I might have a chance. I don't care, though. I don't care if he's angry, kind of an a*****e, opinionated, a druggie who's been sliding steadily downhill ever since his parents sent him to rehab.
He still makes my heart flutter.
b*****d.
~dark_mistress_in_purple~ · Wed Sep 17, 2008 @ 03:03pm · 1 Comments |