Oh but it's embarrassing sometimes, when the wanting shows. How I just need someone's hands on mine. How I just want a soft voice to call me out of sleep, somebody to drink coffee with while the sun wakes up. I am so good at being alone until I remember what it's like to be loved and then, I am aching all over again, then I'm calling you in the middle of the day, and asking for something impossible. Couldn't you come over? Couldn't you pretend like I'm not altogether too much, just for this one afternoon?
STAI LEGGENDO
The Pointless Book
CasualeJust a collection of pointless thoughts from a pointless girl
