"So buy me the ocean, and paint it with pretty stars. And sell me to something, take me anywhere but here."
we’d sit down, and talk about the endless possibilities about us growing old together. and we’d play rock paper scissors. who won gets to hit the palm of the loser. usually i won. there was one time, he was too happy that he won, and instead of smacking my hand, he started kissing it. he was soft with me. he rarely pushes me around. he’d get me all mad, and then he’ll soften me up with a huge hug, and a sweet kiss on my cheeks. But now, things are different. we sort of drifted apart, all because of another bitch in his life. i hope he’s happy. as it’ll make me happy too.