Jul 10, 2011 15:08
I'm not sure why I try to pretend like I don't know what I want.
I want you to text me.
And tell me you are coming here. Or you want me to be there.
I want you to say move back here in a year. Go to grad school here.
I want you to say it can work out.
You can give me a reason to get out of here.
Until then. I'm stuck.
Get me unstuck.
I think I found something to give me some distractions. For awhile.
I've missed it for way too long.