Tuesday, September 30, 2008
So I'd love to write you a letter telling you I love you if I actually did. It's been years, hasn't it? Can you believe it?! I'd love to go back on a snowy night and hold your hand. That's exactly what I want to do. Did you always smoke cigarettes? I didn't, do you remember? How I'd love to quit now. You were never angry with me. I wish you had smashed your hand through the glass. I wish we had gotten angier with one another.