hannelore

I know I should forget him, just put him out of my mind and not give him that power over me... But I can't. Even when I should hate him, I love him. I hurt when I see him, I get physically sick. My stomach aches, I get hot then cold. And I always want him. Physically and emotionally. Completely. I get wet thinking of him, when I'm around him... It all leads back to him.

And he doesn't even want me anymore. Because I couldn't get the advice I needed from him, so I went to someone else. Someone who opened her god damn whore mouth and fucked it up. Fucked up something that made me happy. Something that made me smile.

I fucking love him.

And he can't even look at me...

Well, couldn't I guess. Since he just looked at me for the first time in a week tonight. I don't know what to do. If he had asked he could have had me right there on the floor of that lobby. It could have been hard, fast and so fucking sexy but...