to dance in the middle of the street would be a stupid idea.
a stupid idea that would be great.
the most beautiful song would be playing and we would dance until the sun came up.
having reminiscing thoughts of you makes the wrinkles on my forehead get deeper.
i feel a slight heart break, but it gets better with every time another memory happens.
i don’t know what i miss about you.
your mean ways that were loving at the same time.
your smile that lit up my heart.
or the romantic side of you that would randomly show up in an instant message box.
of course those things were never towards me.
i guess when i think about it, i’m glad they weren’t.