I'll never let it push your arms no more.
I miss writing prose.
There are many things I do not want to forget about you, but can I keep this one memory, please love?
On the trampoline at night under stars Claire de Lune so loud above our heads is the moon. And your laughter is the most silent, perfect music, and I know I wrote it. That's all a heart can want, and it's cold.
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
This Night Could Last Forever
How many nights have I been thinking about you, wanting to hold you but knowing you would not be there?
One week and finals are OVER! And only 3 more classes left for this whole semester... AND my paper is shaping up nicely (I only have one more night of writing it, then editing!), and my Gender Studies project seems pretty simple actually. All is well. I feel kind of confident about all my exams (I only have three, haha!). All is well in my world.
Except that I miss you so.
One week and finals are OVER! And only 3 more classes left for this whole semester... AND my paper is shaping up nicely (I only have one more night of writing it, then editing!), and my Gender Studies project seems pretty simple actually. All is well. I feel kind of confident about all my exams (I only have three, haha!). All is well in my world.
Except that I miss you so.
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