Saturday, February 2, 2013

Notes from a living room: 53

I don't know if I am early. I don't know if I am late. I don't know if I am on time.

But I love you. And that's the only truth I know. I do, I always have and I always will. From the day you sang for me till tonight, with tears in my eyes. It's so lonely here, without your smiles, your words, your world.

I guess it's all too late now.

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