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Too often I find myself going back. From the other side of the glass it almost feels like happiness. In there it felt like the beginning of a romance novel.
It’s not worth my time looking back but there are days where it feels like I would pay for it. Just a window or shift and a harmless switch. Live as you used to for 6 hours. Hold you one more time under the night sky. Asking for forgiveness ten thousand times. Drive back to the place where you said you loved me for the first time. I’m sure it would drive me mad and I wouldn’t want to just do it once. I would chase it.
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