Every time I saw “Jake” on the page, my head started floating away in dreams and memories. His shiny eyes, the way he took my hand, the way he smiled... Everything around seemed to be all about him. The clock ticking – Jake, Jake, Jake, Jake. Somebody on the street is calling out someone? Of course, I hear “Jake”. And every time a sunray shines right to me in the eye, I remember our date, and how we watched sunset, and talked about our dreams of future.
The clock is ticking. Jake, Jake, Jake... I should have changed it to electronic one already. Everything reminds me of him and I can’t stop being angry. Hate that guy! That’s why I needed those box lessons. And this job. And my current boyfriend. Hope, he will fade away from my head, this jerk Jake. If I don’t stop hating him and thinking about him, I will start hating and despising myself. Stupid clock!
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