Yes. That magnificent kiss. The one proportionally planted on my lips. The one perfectly timed to hit just when I'm caught off-guard. The one so moist and tender.
And 1 down, __ to go.
I have joined the ranks of the many girls who gave themselves up willingly to gain the love of someone who pretends to give it. I got played.
But I knew it was coming.
I ain't giving no love. I'm just receiving it. He probably wants me to fall head over heels for him but I won't.
REALLY - I WON'T.
OK, a little hard to believe coming from me. But I will persevere. I will make sure all he can think about at night is me. And then I'll kick you in the face.
Well, I aim to.
But I can't hold anger for more than a day (or anything else for that matter) and it will most probably fizzle out into a flurry of fresh petals, so it would appear I was happy and not the least bit miffed. [Think : GRRR ... wee *flowers* wee ...]
But I must maintain some self-respect and keep myself dignified. So you pretend that you love me and I'll pretend that I love you.
Simple.
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