he's not the forever type of guy. he's the temporary, lovely for awhile kind. the type that takes you to the park and pushes you on the swing. the kind that takes you to look at the stars. or take you out for milkshakes at midnight. the sort of love that grabs you by the hips and teaches you to
dance to hungry eyes
kiss like you've been starving for days
hold hands like your life depends on it
but then he leaves...
"not for good of course!" he assures you.
so you wait. and wait.. and wait...
until one day you find yourself standing at his door.
twirling your hair and brushing down your skirt that is only a few inches to short.and as you ring the bell, you bit your lip the way those little school girls do that didn't learned their lesson the first time. and as he answers the door with that 'too good to be true' smile on his face, he says, "come in. meet my friend. i'm teacher her to dance. remember when i taught you? she likes dancing to hungry eyes too."