When I smelled it and was like "phew! TIme to throw it out!"<br />
Ah yes. Love is a strange thing, m'dear. It sneaks up with its heartaches. Just like milk.
When it was too late >_<
When she started sleeping in the spare room
When that sweet smell turns into a bad taste in your mouth.<br />
The funny thing is that you don't realise it is happening until you taste something sweet again.
The milk? The strange smell.
When the first chunk hit my mouth. Nasty milk.
Day before yesterday.
I felt like too many head games were making me want to punch the walls.