He Said:
She tells me she's jealous. I cant hide the smile on my face. This girl's been driving me crazy the past six weeks. Nothing I do impresses her, hot and cold, chasing her has become a full time gig.
Too much tequila, two other girls and finally, an emotional reaction. She avoids eye contact, demands an explanation, weak and beautiful in her fury. I can't stop smiling. I can sit back and relax now. I know I've won.
She Said:
I am all wrapped up and ready to go. All that is missing really, is the silver platter. Yes, just like that, no questions asked. You can tear me open, devour me, chew me up and spit me out. Take me for granted, use me and abuse me and please don't forget to leave a mark. I will come back, everytime you kick me down, chip away a little piece of my heart. I will lie still, begging you silently to walk all over me and reverse to make sure. Bruised and battered, so tired and hungry for more. I can handle almost anything - except being ignored. And even when you have had enough, like sickly sweet chocolate melting in the sun, I will flick to mute, but remain on standby. Just in case, just in case you change your mind.
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