old folks.
we promised to be more candid.
honest about what we were thinking.
"ask me again," he said.
he admitted he made a mistake.
he needed someone to steer him
in the right direction.
"i turned left," he said
my heart stopped beating.
it was poetic.
it was the truth.
it hasnt stopped hurting.
its been a year.
honest about what we were thinking.
"ask me again," he said.
he admitted he made a mistake.
he needed someone to steer him
in the right direction.
"i turned left," he said
my heart stopped beating.
it was poetic.
it was the truth.
it hasnt stopped hurting.
its been a year.