i didn't think about him, and i definitely didn't wonder where he was or who he was with or what he was up to, and i certainly wasn't trying to imagine how he felt or what it was like, because as we all know, i don't think or wonder or imagine, or "try" for that matter. cos i don't do that, and i didn't do that, and i never will. right? i'm just a blog, that's all...
I do this all the time.
ReplyDeleteAnd try not to feel guilty.
'Cos I should be happy with what I have all the time.
But...
I'm allowed, aren't i? Just once in a while?