August 3, 2011

I really wished Cali would have changed something, anything. Reminded me of why I couldn’t, shouldn’t, but did.

All I could think of was that face.

That laugh, that smile, that horribly beautifully tone-deaf singing voice of yours, your hands, your strong arms, that look.

I ran back to you to have you as long as I could allow…

Then I drove away against my own will.

There goes my life.