"If you can look me in the face and say you don't love me anymore, I'll let you go!"
"That's the thing....I'll always love you but I'm just not in love with you anymore...."
"What we had is over."
Its been two weeks since I've been discharged from the hospital and I was currently eyeing the 'Welcome to California' sign. I'm not gonna lie I liked the idea of new scenery just I guess, not the new people. I liked to keep a very small circle and by that I mean it's not even a circle. It's just me and Maia,we've literally been kicking it since we were 3. So if I was gonna miss anyone it was just her.
About an hour or so more we pulled up to this decent neighborhood or decent enough since at least our house looked good. Really good actually the only house I saw in close proximity that looked like ours was across the street.
Hoppla! Dieses Bild entspricht nicht unseren inhaltlichen Richtlinien. Um mit dem Veröffentlichen fortfahren zu können, entferne es bitte oder lade ein anderes Bild hoch.
(The house across the street)
"Daddy,....why does our house oddly stand out? I mean not that I'm complaining or anything just worried if you come across snobby to everyone else." My dad looked a little too familiar with expression, as if he's heard this before. The thing wasn't that every house looked bad, my dad just had a way of doing too much.
Decked out with palm trees and a silver Jeep Gladiator in the driveway. I didn't think it was smart to have this parked like this because my dad had been telling everyone about break-ins in the area. But who am I, hey it's his money. But still....
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Hoppla! Dieses Bild entspricht nicht unseren inhaltlichen Richtlinien. Um mit dem Veröffentlichen fortfahren zu können, entferne es bitte oder lade ein anderes Bild hoch.
Hoppla! Dieses Bild entspricht nicht unseren inhaltlichen Richtlinien. Um mit dem Veröffentlichen fortfahren zu können, entferne es bitte oder lade ein anderes Bild hoch.
