Jan 2012
It's either the airline food or the thought of you that's making my heart win the marathon.
All I'm waiting for is the plane to melt through the clouds and wash the snow away,
because sometimes ten days is longer than that.
All I'm waiting for is the plane to melt through the clouds and wash the snow away,
because sometimes ten days is longer than that.
Please excuse the roughness of this! I wrote it on the plane with zero amounts of sleep, and plan on revising it. So be kind (and if you have suggestions, they are welcome!)
Also: This is for you. You know who you are.
Also: This is for you. You know who you are.
