Nowordofalie

I know I mustn't, shouldn't, couldn't, cannot, oughtn't, but I still miss your slitty little eyes and your pretentiousasfuck smirk as all the girls fall violently at your oversized, oversqeezed feet about the streets of Selly Oak.
It's a terrible thing to admit, but baby boy, it's too true for a gal like me to deny.
I miss you C J.
And I always will, it kills me, bit I will. I do.