Jul 16, 2006 19:25
I want to go to Florida to sit in the sand and soak up some memories.
These days, my heart has reached my throat and my stomach has taken it's place.
You drink and wake to give me your apologies...yet that fact is still not telling you anything.
And you still disagree.
Obviously this isn't working out but when i get to the house that we're staying inside of, and i get to kiss your eyelids, sometimes it makes me feel real.
I'm just hoping that i am still real.
I know you'll never read this.
I love you forever anyway.