I can imagine it
perfectly. Going home after a day of school and making camp on
the couch. Ordering a pizza and watching movies until your
parents tell us to go to bed. We would never listen to them
though. Instead we would go up to your room and flick the tv on
low and just sit and talk for hours.
I can imagine it perfectly.
The problem with imagining, though, is that it's never
quite real. You can wish and hope for days on end but
you'll never actually be there, where you wish to be.
375 miles of land seperates us and I'd walk every inch
if it meant I could stay with you.
(h.m.b)
