Saturday, August 3, 2019

I would die of happiness if you wrote a poem for me. Actually, I would be thrilled if you wrote anything for me. One word. One look. One smile. Oh God, I get so sad. It hurts so much. I miss you with everything in me. I used to think time between seeing you was forever; it was nothing compared to this torment. If I am lucky, I will dream of you.

No comments:

Post a Comment