Wednesday, May 2, 2012
It’s the sad reality of it all, this is the emptiness you go home with after an eventful night of absolutely nothing. That missed kiss you never actually went for, she’s at home fast asleep and your picking yourself apart about the emphasis she put on a single syllable in a meaningless word that has somehow spawned your dreams and hopes of forever when the sad truth is, if it lasts 2 months or 6 years you are never…ever guaranteed that it will be forever. We used to scribble things down in notes and diaries now we leave them in the bottom of bottles.
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