Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Truth.

Wouldn't it be so nice, if maybe this one time, you'd come home in the wee hours of the morning because you couldn't stand being alone and you'd drop your bags in the foyer and run up and pick me up and we'd hug and there would be that "feeling" that was just a given...that everything from this point on, would be okay?







I get that rush too.

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