1.17.2010

The Magic Cigarette

Nights like tonight make me miss having her around. Life seemed warmer then. At least I knew there was always her.

Being away from her hasn't turned me bitter, just appreciative of the time we spent. We had a good time, we're different now but nothing really changed between us.

I hope she's warm, wherever she is, whatever she's doing.

I'm lurking in her footsteps while staying one step ahead. The vision of my future is her smile, when I ask myself, "what if, ya know?"

I guess we all need something stupid to look forward to, right? Why else would I keep trying?