never really gave up on leaving
27Oct09
I don’t know. Sometimes familiarity breeds contempt. Like the Script, I am going back to the corner, where I first saw you, because one day you might wake up and find that you’re missing me, and your heart starts to wonder where on this Earth I could be. Maybe then you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet and you’ll see me waiting for you on our corner of the street. Maybe.
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policeman says you can’t stay here. so how long will u wait, dear? a day, a month, a year?
haha!
where is it ?
secret! haha. i dont know.