Damn! Why didn't I feel something special for him?
As soon as I realized that there wasn't that spark and it didn't seem like there was going to be,
I let him know.
It wasn't easy but I let him know.
I'm afraid he felt more for me than I did for him.
He took it with grace and class but his heart burst.
I cried; he ended up consoling me.
It's so crazy. I want to find someone who's smart and considerate and can make me laugh.
But I want my heart to race when he comes into the room. Am I being naive? Am I a fool?
I picture spending my life with a man, but if the right woman came along...
In any case, someone to care about and be friends with but really feel a passion for.
Well, nothing to do but carry on.
By the way, I just want to mention—some of that splattered blood--
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