04.07.02 - 12:35 am
its all okay. three no four days from now and every week and day for the past seven hundred twenty will collide and blink and stop.
and i don't know what to say anymore because i've been saying and saying it for ever it seems like. and we preen and purr and hope he likes us. we hope he likes us just the way we are. just the way we were.
not tonight. not tomorrow. but soon.
