Christopher Carrabba (ender_carrabba) wrote, @ 2003-04-28 08:50:00

Current mood:	guilty
Current music:	Hot Hot Heat ; No, Not Now

I want to. So badly. I want to show him.

But I can't. I just...can't.

I can't give him what he wants. And that makes me feel inadequate.

It used to be so easy. One look was all it took. One kiss, one touch. But now...now I loathe that look, I tremble at his lips on mine, my stomach knots at his touch.

I'm afraid of him.

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