i keep dreaming of you. last night was the third night in a row. this is pretty unusual; you always occupy my thoughts during the day, but never at night.
my horoscope in the state news says, “today is a 9 – true love is more than just candlelight, music, and gentle words. true love is a lot of work.” isn’t that the truth. i keep trying to work on my paper but you’re all i think about. just eight more days and maybe i will see you smile at me again.
we began with love instead of like and there will never be this thing called ‘maybe’.
