Cinder
Listening to Cinder reminds me of the time we spent in Coralville alone.
I remember the day we went to Cedar Rapids to get coffee and drool over BMW's. I remember how it was pouring so hard when we came back home. And the time we stayed up all night talking about how much we loved each other and what we hoped would happen from "now on." Then we got out of bed at 7 in the morning and got breakfast. I had macchiatto and you had quiche.
Sad sexy reminds me of our drunken escapades in downtown Iowa City when we would get out of the Que stumbling but hanging onto each other. It was so cold. We walked such a long way from our house to the mall but we had to and it was an adventure.
It reminds me of the smell of our house when I made peach pie and we had our first Christmas tree up. It reminds me of how isolated we were and how we made love on the living room floor.
I miss it. I miss being all alone with you. You are completely right. I'm sorry I didn't appreciate it then. It is a fonder memory now.
I love you.
I remember the day we went to Cedar Rapids to get coffee and drool over BMW's. I remember how it was pouring so hard when we came back home. And the time we stayed up all night talking about how much we loved each other and what we hoped would happen from "now on." Then we got out of bed at 7 in the morning and got breakfast. I had macchiatto and you had quiche.
Sad sexy reminds me of our drunken escapades in downtown Iowa City when we would get out of the Que stumbling but hanging onto each other. It was so cold. We walked such a long way from our house to the mall but we had to and it was an adventure.
It reminds me of the smell of our house when I made peach pie and we had our first Christmas tree up. It reminds me of how isolated we were and how we made love on the living room floor.
I miss it. I miss being all alone with you. You are completely right. I'm sorry I didn't appreciate it then. It is a fonder memory now.
I love you.