there are 80 windows we can see
i have a feeling, deep down, that this will be the last night we spend together.
so i want to stay up, and watch him sleep, and spoon him.
and soak everything in. remember it all. in case i never get to do it again.
and i don't want to have to sleep. because i don't want to face what tomorrow will bring.
why can't everything realign and be right with the universe again.
28/01/2006 01:33