"I wonder if she, whoever she is . . .
whoever
she turns out to be, stays up late thinking about me.
About when we will meet,
about when we will first embrace.
. . . Because I do."
- I have to have
hope; hope that he's out there somewhere.
Thinking about me, just like I think about him.
-
n . m . f .
credit to: LexyLou97
posted August 28, 2011 at 10:04pm UTC tagged with love