Sunday, 21 March 2010
I wish you would just show up on my doorstep. Not with anything special, just you. And when I’d open the door you’d smile and while I’m trying to figure out what the hell you’re doing here you’d tell me how hard the past months have been, how much you’ve thought about me, how much you regretted everything. And then you’d take me into your arms and ask me to forgive you and I would without hesitation. Then I’d grab your face and kiss you the way we used to and everything would be perfect again.if only this could happen.
11:12:00 pm
