Jan 01, 2008 15:10
sitting on top of the car and it is cold and you whisper that we are going to make a mistake and none of us care but after a year and a half we kiss on top of your kitchen counters and spill the champagne on the floor and fall asleep on the same sheets of a room that has nothing hung yet, that is still new.
2008 starts and i know now that i have lost you, even if i had you, just for a little while, just for a night.