Friday 4 December 2009

It scares me how many memories have already slipped away.




You better be there when I arrive. I don't care how much you laugh at me with all my wrinkles and my dentures, just as long as you are there. You will still be the beautiful girl I remember and I will be an oap but I really don't care. Just promise you won't have left by the time I get up there. I want to see you again.

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