Friday, March 27, 2015

Sweet Moscato.

He loves her. Well that's what she feels. He's sweet. He's her everything. She wants to love him for a very long time. She wants to hold him near and dear to her heart and turn his world upside down for the better. She wants to be in his heart as though that's where she always belonged...but he's elsewhere. He's living life, he's going through things. And it's hard. It's not something she has ever liked living through...so she twittles her thumbs and goes through life. And all she can do is wait and hope for a phone call, for a message, for his love again. 

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