I dream of you and I wake up with the fireflies you give me when you and I are together.
Being 600 miles away for another month is not going to loosen the grip of my hands intertwined with yours.
You are the warm yellow light that shines on my face as I smile.
Everything will be perfect again soon enough, I promise.
Please have faith in this and dont let go.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
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