That afternoon we were walking together up park boulovard, and I explained to you that I am not a possessive lover; I am not looking for owership, I was lying. I miss wordlessly dropping broccoli into your soup as you are eating. You were who I called when I needed to go to the hospital, I was who you called when we went to the hospital. If I am not someone else's number one, I feel as if I am nothing at all.
I want to call you every single day at three o'clock, come to your house and tell you how much better you are than everyone.
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