Listening to: Beach Boys : Wouldn't It Be Nice
Awwww... *sniffles and tear*
"But within you all I'm going to be is incomplete..."
I say goodbye, but I don't want you to leave.
I say I'll see you tomorrow, and I know it's true.
You walk away, and I know you'll come back.
Inside my mind I see you, at this far away place. I want to be closer. When I stand here, I want to hold you. these people surround me, and I wish it was just one, only you. During this long drive, in the day and night. I often wish you were sitting here next to me. As I shut this place down at the end of the day, I'm free to think of you and about memories we both share.
You asked me why I held your hand.
I'm not obligated.
I don't have to.
It's not a job.
No one is forcing me.
So why do I do it?
It's my priviledge.
It's so familiar to me.
I do it to show that I'm still here.
So please don't forget...