twenty-five years in the city.

going back is so bittersweet. your words are just as charming and robotic and the feelings i get from them are just so reminiscent of those butterflies from first love. oh, and you love me now. every inch of my body aches for you at any given moment of the day. you come and you go as you please and leave me here with someone, everyone, who can't measure up. its those things you do to me, that way you stare at me, its you. it always has been.