you left and no matter how much i kid myself you aren't coming back i remember your fingernails and the freckles on your arms and the bump in your nose and the way you pronounced your 'o's i still have your number, stuck in limbo, on my wardrobe. too afraid to call it, too afraid to get rid of it just so you know, i look for you everywhere. everything i do, i do so i'm more interesting if we ever meet again. Category General Confession
