before the clock strikes midnight
Texts I almost sent. #29 It's just been a long time since I was even looking for a fellow traveler that might recognize The art on my wall. Or to both name the same song at the same moment when asked what our favorite was. Goosebumps. sustained silence eye to eye I don't know what she is, but I know we are ours. There are still those questions.... When she leaves... And the sun creeps around the fact that it's too late... To make that girl remember him at 1