My dearest love, these are the words I cannot write: I missed you, Had my dream shattered One moment I stood looking down On a perfect world The next I sit in the car Crying because My memory isn't that good The sign said 6:30, This I swear is true.. But because of it I couldn't be with you I had spent Three days Pondering something That has been there a long time I waited eight days and Six long hours Looking forward to The one thing I wanted And that one thing was you I let them, Do what they did before Tell me it would all be ok, Let them get my hope up, And then With a mere difference Of three hours My hope was shattered. Darling I'm sorry I hope that soon You will call me up, Cause it was my fault, Hon, I lost your number too. Please be there, Waiting for the moment You can be free Cause I am waiting And these are the words I wish to say To your loving face, Or to your voice, On the other end of the line. Amantes sunt Amentes. Semper Fidelis, Christine Rickman.
Reason for writing:
Well guess what, I was off by three hours.
Birth sign: Cancer
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