Sunday, May 3, 2015
You.
We float somewhere in between how are you and I am thinking about you.
I wish you were here and good night, sweet dreams.
The occasional I miss you and the very rare I love you.
Hope springs eternal.
It's what I have.
It's all I ever have.
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