Only one person will understand this post...
...and I'm not even sure if he still reads this or not.
Every day at least twice, at least, I think ahead to the future, to when the waters will be calmer and we've both grown enough. I think, and dream, and wait with baited breath for the time when you'll come back to me. I can't stop thinking about it.
I miss you so much that it actually does hurt.
Every day at least twice, at least, I think ahead to the future, to when the waters will be calmer and we've both grown enough. I think, and dream, and wait with baited breath for the time when you'll come back to me. I can't stop thinking about it.
I miss you so much that it actually does hurt.