Dysfunctional Dreamer

Sorry, I Have To Go. Goodbye.

I was happy being held by the beautiful blue-eyed boy. It felt familliar, like something out of a dream I used to have. But you couldn't stay, so I had to say goodbye. We will always have those memories. You didn't want to leave, neither did I. There is only so long we can put it off. I want to see you again, but I can't just now. I'm sorry. I already miss you, silly beautiful boy.

posted by nori_b @ 1:48 PM