▄▀▄▀▄Tom▄▀▄▀▄▀▄

Tom Ridgewell's Perspective 🍸:
Your love was sincere, you truly loved me. Despite my silence, you loved me even more.

How sad… your love for me was pure, and I despised it, knowing that no one else could put up with me: my sarcasm, my insults, my alcoholism, my obsession with Susan, my electric guitar.

No one else will love me the way you could love me. No one else will put up with me like you… like you. Oh… oh my love, no one else will love me like you, my beloved ex-torment.

It wasn't until it was too late that I realized I loved you. I loved waking up by your side, intertwining my fingers with yours, the taste of your lips, your laughter, our bodies in harmony. That intramuscular love that made me feel so alive, a love a million light-years wide.

I'm a fool, I'm a damn fool. I didn't love you in the moment, that shadow blinded me; I focused on how much you resembled her, and not on who you were: a beauty, a soul that gave itself to me from the very first minute.

I'm sorry… and even if it sounds foolish: I love you, I love you, I love you, I LOVE YOU!

Shit… I'm desperate, I want your forgiveness, I want to be by your side again, I want to be your everything again. Fuck, I need you! I'm imprisoned in those "I love yous" that I didn't know how to appreciate. I want you back, I don't know what to do.