You Can Run But...
Never was one to contradict himself, but recently he did it anyway, trying to hold on to his self-respect at the same time as feeling the urge to wrap her in and tell her everything.
that he was sorry...
Fuck.
Knowing her, she was going to rub it in his face and tell him to go fuck himself, but the way he thought was safe seemed to only push her away, and with the way, things were going, it seemed after the fourth month he was never going to see her again.
He was going to take what he could get, besides knowing himself that this infatuation would wear off before the fourth month, and he would watch her go, feeling nothing. just like the other females in his life.