trust is something earned, something lost, but aching to be found and had again.
longing for this, with you has begun sifting to dreams to my day to day brain.
telephones living in pockets hold those i wish to i miss you all 10 characters, yet more than one have broken through my walls, and into this heart just to break that and leave a soul dangling as the tear on my cheek, to be less bleak, ill forgive everything if you ask and forgive me for for loving too much, as this heart often does.