“You’re the kinda reckless that should send me running but I kinda know that I won’t get far.”
I met K for a smoke a couple of days back. I didn’t need to smoke. I just needed to be engulfed in the second hand fumes of his Winston red. I miss him. And I miss his smell.
I had the worst day but being with K for even just a mere hour was so comforting. He knows me enough. How to cheer me up. What to say to get my mind off things.
It’s crazy how we always ended turning to each other with our problems. I honestly don’t know who else to turn (apart from Hunnybear) to talk about my life. It’s always K. And it’s always so much more easier with K.
But at the back of my head, I know that K is a problem to me too.