relationship status gone.

Drunk monkeys dancing in the night could not once define how much fun I had that night when we drank our teas and beach orgasms with dark presidential heneessy and the magnetisms of our movements on each other I could never hinder. Never knew. That moment dark in a club full of legs and mini skirts that I would first get to taste your lips that made me quiver the first day I laid eyes on them. Somehow I knew I had some form of intuition to your heart. Made me still have hope in love, but when you told me I love you, It scared me away. Making me come to grips with how dangerous love is. How terrifying hearts can give. An action that doesn't receive but runs in the wilderness into an abyss of dark shadows and depressed mornings. Please accept my apology as we may never speak again.