you’re an addiction. i need a vacation. can i come visit?
It’s bittersweet.
I just remembered the ride back to your place from the airport. I always have my radio tuned to NPR, in case you’re listening at the same time. I feel like a rube.
I would give up everything I have to have a little something with you.
It’s inconvenient.
Clearing out the gunk from my phone, came across a voicemail you left over a year ago.
Over a year ago, and your voice still makes my breath catch.
3:05 gets good
