ponyboy

Mar 11, 2009 22:17

Sometimes when I see something, anything, that makes me think of you, my stomach ties itself into knots and I feel such a strong sense of longing that I have to roll my eyes back into my head to keep them from getting teary. You mean a lot to me and not being able to be around you really puts a wrench in my days.

Part of me is wholly dedicated to waiting for that future time. The more realistic part of me knows I should rip the bandage off quick. I've always wanted that promise, that assurance, but I know now that it's too much to ask of anyone. Nothing gold can stay, right?
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