Talk:Ivy Zariņe/@comment-5166794-20141102232236

"I'd told Kaspars I was leaving, like, a week prior. Maybe it should've been a month prior - I don't know! And an hour before I really had to get going I went over to his house. Not because I had anything to say too him, because I really didn't. I know that sounds funny coming from me, but... it was just a really horrible feeling. I went over anyways, out of habit, or obligation, maybe. Uhm. SothethingwasthatrightbeforeIwasgoingtoleavehegrabbedmybymyhipsandthenkissedmeinaway13yearoldsdonotkissanditonlylastedforlike2secondsbutitwasstillreallyoffputtinganditreallycouldn'tbecalledromanticatallitwasjustrandomandthenheshovedapieceofpaperinmyhandswhichturnedouttobeapictureofmeandhimwhenwewerekidsand"bye"wasprintedontheback and yeah. I still don't know how I feel about that?"