Honesty hurts, that we know, but with that and all, I rather get it.
Talking to you is fun and interesting, but goodness, you swept the floor with me.
I must say, I didn't expect that and the best part of it all was the words you used, straight and to the point.
Not a single offense, so I had no way or reason to retaliate, and believe me I wanted to. If your words were bullets I'd be dead and buried by now.
How can a person be like that? The more I think about it, the more I think about it.
Trying to get something for something didn't work, and that wasn't even the real intention, I only wanted a favor but it didn't fly. I got shot down before I could put bullets in my gun. Not that I wanted to shoot anyone, I'm speaking metaphorically, not real bullets.
I've never met anyone like you, and although I'm a bit hurt, you were right to say those things to me. Why did I think it would be different? I don't know. Maybe because I'm used to getting what I want 99% of the time. I just wanted results but I made a mistake without even realizing it. I guess you are part of that 1% I can't put my hands on.
No, I'm not trying to justify myself, I have my reasons but I'm sure you wouldn't understand them, so I'm not going to elaborate on them; you wouldn't care anyway...You have said it to me.
I've gotten that response from you before. I'm curios, but you are not. The reason? I don't know. I guess that's my nature, to want to know as much as I can about others, and sometimes I ask more than I should, and sometimes I get answers, just not the ones I want.
Why am I so curios? I don't know. But you have opened a can of worms and I won't hesitate to stick my hand into. Is that interesting to me. Maybe is my imagination going wild, I'm almost 99% certain that's the case, and the other 1% is telling me I'm wrong and don't know what the hell I'm thinking, but that is not going to stop me.
I admire your intelligence. Perhaps is because I'm surrounded by a totally different type of people and I think you are more than you appear to be. You opened and closed doors for me without me knowing, but you didn't understand that, again, because you don't care.
It is safe to say that you are not part of this experiment I'm trying to do.
Never in a million years did I think I would feel this way. Why does it bother me so much? Why do I even care? But strange things happen.
I do believe in second chances but I don't know if you do as well. Truly, I'm afraid to ask, but I'm going to anyway. So please. Can I get a do over?
