Oct 05, 2005 22:15
i love nights like this.
its so warm outside.
and you can feel content sitting outside with a ciggarette watching the lights reflect off the water.
well almost content.
its slightly lonely without someone there to hold. or be near.
times like this i miss ben.
moving on though.
"This may never start.
We could fall apart.
And I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
Feelings insincere.
Can I be your memory?"