>
I fell down today. I cried... not because of the cut on my knee but because of the scratch on your watch. I cleaned it this morning, like I promised, and then I wore it so I wouldn't forget it. And then I ruined it.
My ego is still a little bruised from this afternoon, but I'm more hurt that you leave when I begin to talk about my feelings.
I rubbed Carmex in my cut. It's because I didn't have anything more soothing.
I rubbed your body with my body. You rubbed my body with your goodbye. I guess you couldn't find anything more soothing?
