I looked at you today when things happened and wanted so badly to let it just be. I cried…you wondered what it was about and it’s this: I see you and think of you as a father of my children, my protecter, someone who makes me feel like no other man has ever made me, but then I realize the reality. We are both in situations that would hurt people so much I don’t know if I ever could and if we went through that would my horrible flip side personality ever hurt you?
I don’t want to hurt you. I love you but I seem incapable of ever loving without hurting the person.
I don’t want to do that to you…things will take their course. I just have no idea what that course will be right now. —Your Pussy
This article appears in Jul 26 – Aug 1, 2012.
You are a fuckin pussy. People wait their whole lives to find someone that they love who loves them back. But you can’t set aside your childish temper tantrums for the sake of a love so wonderful you write the coast about it. You’re fickle and fickle bitches become spinsters.