Happy six months, sweetheart. Let's celebrate the time that we've wasted, here's to one more month closer to the end. Give me a kiss and pretend that you're happy. Let your eyes fool me and look at me like I'm beautiful. Another month of lies and meaningless words, promises not fulfilled. Another month of shifting eyes, tense brows and nail-biting. Another month of desperately wanting something more, to needs not satisfied. Keep pretending that you don't notice me hovering over your shoulder and second guessing your every word and maybe we can drag this out another couple months. Say my name like every bit of you misses me, yearns to see me. Then call her and forget who I am. Tell me you'll be there every time I'm broken, but leave me at pieces when I really am. Fake your way through this with your tender body language and your sensual touch, I know you can. Make these memories with me so we can look back on this in a couple years with disgust and regret falling into each other's traps. Look at how far we've come. Six months and we make everyone jealous of something we don't even have. Six months and we've already mastered each other's games. Six months and it feels like an eternity.
