I miss your tits. You had amazing tits. Sorry I got pissed that you were drunk on what will probably be the last time we ever see each other. I was just so tired of my own and everyone else's drunken behavior. We could all be so much more, sharper, more loving, more open. I just was tired of having to get to know you from behind a mask because genuine love makes you recoil in confusion.
For what it is worth this is probably all for the best as I think we might both be sociopaths. I love (and hate) you. And I probably always will. Tear it up out there, you're vicious and you want it more than anyone, I just don't think that dog eat dog shit is really for me, I want to overcome my vampiric instincts, not embrace them.