Then She Told Me She Had Got To Go...

Can you imagie that tender touch. The dismantling smile on the, oh so charming, face. When you start to feel that its gone anyway. It all comes back at one time. It will hunt you down before you realise that its all your fault. I mean when we knew that we are going in the wrong direction with giving our heart away, would we stop even though we do our best still wanting to belive? And the day had to come, day when I went out. After months of avoiding the clubs, the places, the restaurants, just simply every place I could imagine where we used to go, I figured out that there is no-damn-way that i am going to keep myself away from where I want to be the most, just because of that constant fear of seeing her again. So here I am now, finally got the balls and I went downtown. Yes you are right, it happened. I saw her face, my heart stopped beating and my head seemed to explode. It just took a simple "Hey" and two Long Island Ice Teas and she went home with me. I never wanted that. I mean I didnt even try to. But to be honest I loved it. But then she told me she had got to go...