Nov 6, 2013
Sometimes when I think about you. I think you'll come to my front door and have "Iris" playing really loudly. Loud enough for me to hear it from inside and come running to the door to see what it is. As I see it's you, I'd open the door to discover you are there holding a bouquet of flowers. You'd apologize for giving up so easily and hug me so close I could feel your warm, your heartbeat, even. But then I remember, that wouldn't happen.