Apr 13, 2005 01:31
i try on my blue shirt. she told me she liked it, once. she wonders where are we? she knows just what she'll wear. she always wears blue.
so sneakers or flipflops. i'm starting to panic. wait, wait. remember she asked you. remember to breathe. and everything will be okay.
I *heart* Dashboard Confessional. Oh, how I've missed thee.
Leave a comment
Comments 1
Reply
Leave a comment