Once again

Portland OR

Description

I find myself at a loss with the ways in which I interact in the world when I'm missing you. The full body yearn to hold your hand and hear you mumble that you love me. I'm all out of tickets though, and this my last ride. Maybe this is the last chapter, finally. Or maybe one day we'll be entangled again, living knee deep in our adoration for each other. Either way, I've made peace with where we're at, and I respect whatever outcome may unfold. To many moons of missing you. I hope that you're well.