I enjoyed good food, good drinks and good company tonight. Though their was a grey cloud over the night, your words ran through my mind and still do. I would call you an asshole but that word doesn’t really describe you, it’s to nice. For the first time in a long time, your words hurt me, your words depressed me.
I know your wrong but my mind is on overload analyzing each situation. Trying to find that one thing that gives me physical confirmation that you’re wrong.