Ya, I am helping Zoe.
So I am finding myself standing on her doorstep, and fuck, I am actually knocking. Now there are big parts of me that want to kick himself for doing this, yet those parts that are not hating her want to make sure that she is safe. Yet, I don't know if I can truly trust her; now there is a fucked up thing, you cannot trust your ex-girlfriend, perhaps I should emphasize on the EX.
But pushing aside our differences, she soon, and god, did I wish I did not, but as she opens that door, that hints of honey attack my senses and renders me completely weak in every crack of bone of my knees. When she swings that door open, then I know that I have made a big mistake.
