how I loved every street light, and I wanted you to kiss me

It used to make me sad when I thought of how fast time was passing. It used to turn my blood cold to think of what tomorrow was going to mean. But now I'm eager, almost anxious, to start the next chapter in this story. I still have a problem with letting go of yesterday but I don't let it bother me as much these days.

I will write to you again soon, after tomorrow night.




photo credit - vera