we had plans to watch Moulin Rouge for months to curl up on the sofa with sweet and salted popcorn to listen to the songs which you thought summed up everything we felt.
we had plans to have word wars together all in the name of NaNoWriMo of course to write and write until we both got fed up of everything we'd created
we had plans to go wherever our hearts longed to be i wanted to go back to my home, and you said you'd follow not only for your career but so together we could grow up everything we dreamed of
but now im sitting on the couch munching away on my own wondering how many words you've done while im writing by myself ive cancelled my plans to travel, i dont want to go alone nothing seems right without you.