oh, hi.
i wish spring would hurry up.
words do not begin to describe how much i'm longing for warm sunny days.
and...
something?
someone?
a possibility
and a question without an answer.
i cannot give you one
at all.
it is cold and my heart is dwelling in warmer places.
not here,
no, no,
and not you.
[not that long ago, you told me to stop saying no.
i can't.
it is,
when you're around,
the only word on my lips
and i,
made a promise that i would stop saying yes, when i meant no.]
i tried.
i swear, i did.
but my future is not this,
and no,
it is not you.
instead, it waits for the summer.
for twirly skirts and heels
[which you hate, and makes me wonder
how you can think that this will work]
for adventures and beach days and long drives with the windows down
picnics in the park and
sunshine.
oh
sweet
golden light.
come back soon please?
i was made for sunny days, and i was made, for you...
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