Dangerous Concoction

I'm addicted to myself. My struggle. My stress. My progress. My success. My growth.

It's really all about me. Knowing that you love(d) me. Knowing you still miss me. Knowing you still think about me. Knowing that no matter what happened between you & I, a part of me still makes you smile.

I definitely loved you. Gave you everything. & him? I thought I loved him. But I have realized I never actually did. But that other one that got away? lol. Man, I don't know what THAT was but I definitely miss our quality time spent.

As long as all of youse are doing fine, I'm content. But then I think about me..............

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