I wonder why three years in New York City hasn't
been enough to forget about me. I picture you
drinking red wine in a purple button down alone
in your loft apartment. You were always a terrible
kisser, but your hands made up for it. Maybe
someday I'll miss you back.
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 4:00 PM UTC
I wonder why three years in New York City hasn't
been enough to forget about me. I picture you
drinking red wine in a purple button down alone
in your loft apartment. You were always a terrible
kisser, but your hands made up for it. Maybe
someday I'll miss you back.
