when you wrote that, it completely turned my night around. i feel bad that i worry so much about where you go, when i'm the one that's started this waiting game. not that i had a choice. about as much of a choice as i had in deciding if i'd stick around or not. every day that goes by, is another "if it were last year" day. i wear my shoes and think about it often. to sort of commemorate the days we were both in the clouds
my song is almost done, flowers are slowly starting to bloom, i feel pretty (most times), i feel bright (most times), and just as always..you are the loveliest thing to me
NINE FREAKING TEEN days
baby, lets fly
