All I can think of is how you slept on the couch, and I slept in my bed.
You probably have no idea, after my freaking out, that I barely dozed the whole night.
You probably had even less of a chance thinking that I was lying there, considering walking out into my living room, and saying, I'm sorry for freaking out. Not tonight, though. And then giving you a kiss on the cheek, just to feel your soft lips and lie in the hug I craved to have.
There is no chance you could possibly even think I considered reversing what I said.
And for that, a negative chance of thinking that I lay in my bed, wanting to.
It may have been my just wanting to be touched again, but at the time, let's just say that need was being met.
I thought it was best instinct to say no. I mean, who the hell were you? I didn't know.
It might have been. Who knows if you would have thought of me in totally different light if I said yes. I needed the trust first. I'm that kind of girl. I don't lack the ability to say no.
But still, something I think about. I wish I wasn't so harsh to you. I know it's in the past, I just hope everything I've ever done and said didn't screw anything up.
I think too much. Let it be said.
