88 Days, 7 Hours, 17 Minutes...
...until I see her; my Witch, my patron saint of madness; The Light Of My Life and Song Of My Heart. Would that it were November already. I long to caress her cheek, feel the touch of her lips, hold her close...fuck geography...and not winning the Lottery. Bones...
So suffer the next 88 days I will. I can just imagine what it will be like the week befor the 12th; the day before; the hour before her plane lands; the few terrible and exciting moments once the plane does land untill she decends the stairs of the termnal to find her way into my arms...
So suffer the next 88 days I will. I can just imagine what it will be like the week befor the 12th; the day before; the hour before her plane lands; the few terrible and exciting moments once the plane does land untill she decends the stairs of the termnal to find her way into my arms...