stop it

I don't want to hear anymore about this Steven. I don't want to hear about how romantic he is, how like me he is. I don't want to compare. You can't contemplate how much it hurts. Did you forget our past? Did you forget what I've done for you? It's okay if you don't because I don't remember much anyways. Staring through a jaded glass into the past I wonder. Did you just need a change of scenery, some one else with a sob story and interesting tales?

Will you come back?

Stop it. Of course this is your blog and you can type what memories you want to hold in those digital pages. I can't stop you.