but, what if he's the one?

thought i'd wait, but to late now i'm gone.

he's the epitome of the man i'd die to marry. it appears that in almost every situation i'm the one who fucks shit up. i sit alone sometimes, think about the "what ifs" and "if i didn't do this would that happen.." no more vices though. i'm almost sure with the amount of resistance i have, i'll be pure again. amongst other things... like celibacy and sobriety. he's like 6'3" and hes a gorgeous shade of dark brown, and i think he likes white girls. its puzzles me, honestly. i've been shitty towards him. i don't wake up and intentionally go out to hurt people. i don't have enough time to make that happen, although i do wake up and hurting people seems to come naturally. not my intentions, though. we wouldve had some sexy ass kidsss, and they wouldve been geniuses, on both parts. i'm eclectic and hes preserved/shy. opposites, i suppose. but they attract stronger than people with similarities... they don't appear to last long. but i love this man. cliche cliche cliche the one that got away, so cliche.