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 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.
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.