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It hitup atback over her shoulder at me when I took her from behind and so much more

I’d fucked her three tiht before she leftet enough of her, her taste, her feel, the way I felt when I was inside her It all caether to make one whole picture

I felt uts turn as I remembered the next tiotten that night Howso precious frootten the proenuinely given her heart to me

What I thought then was just a passing fancy was anything but She’dshe’d done then and now had been from the heart A part of me knows that I’ve fucked up royally where she’ s concerned, that there’s no way I can utted

“I’ because sorry wasn’t going to cut it this time It doesn’t matter that I was hopped up on pain pills or that I didn’t knohat the hell I was doing

I fucked her while I was h not to reht and narrow and never put a toe wrong I put every fuck wrong in my whole entire life, and she seems to be the one to pay for it

Those looks of disinterested indifference I’ve seen on her face, how much hurt did they hide? And why ht and sweet the way she is with irls, why did she love me so much? I don’t deserve it I don’t deserve her

My feelings were all over the place by the time I turned off the co myself every name in the book, but there was a part of s I’d thought were just a dream—the memory of how it felt to be inside her And I felt liketo hold onto those ally bound to someone else

I was tyingback to her as I wondered how she was handling the afterht away as much as I wanted to

I had things to do, things to take care of I couldn’t go to her as I a psycho who tried to kill her And I won’t go anywhere near her unless I was sure Unless I knew there was more than just the way, I felt when I was inside her Whole, that’s how I’d felt, and thewas emblazoned on my heart and soul

I have to get her to see if nothing else that she’d done nothing wrong, that it was all me, I’m the fuck up I relived every moment I’d seen her since I moved back home From the interview to the day she saved my life, and never felt like more of an asshole

The only reason I didn’t hit the bottle hard is because I had to take care of ain in my head I wasn’t in love with Jenny; I never was When she was a child, she was just the little kid who used to follow me around, cute and somewhat of a pest And when she came back into ht to even look at her

Now she’s a wo-induced state, soive ure out now if there’s s than the memory of what it felt like to be inside her

But before that, before I can open myself, and her up to that, I have to take care of the shit storh o fro I’d seen and heard on that tape