It’s been a year since we were together. A year since you left me, or I left you. What does it matter? And suddenly here you are in front of me, smiling, radiant, pregnant. And there’s me, who thought he was cured of you.
It’s been a year since we were together. A year since you left me, or I left you. What does it matter? And suddenly here you are in front of me, smiling, radiant, pregnant. And there’s me, who thought he was cured of you.
