18
I'm looking at the last note you ever wrote me, the one with the little canvas and the stereo, the "Bless this mess" sign. I'm folding it back up delicately, after I've read the little message on the back.
Don't worry, sweety. I still love you too. And I haven't given up. Even as I watch the distance between us grow wider. Even as I feel the chill in your words and I can sense the numbing of your heart to me. I watch as this door closes. And I stand alone, waiting nervously for another to open.
Don't worry, sweety. I still love you too. And I haven't given up. Even as I watch the distance between us grow wider. Even as I feel the chill in your words and I can sense the numbing of your heart to me. I watch as this door closes. And I stand alone, waiting nervously for another to open.