I want to beg for another month with you. Just one more month. 1. That's a small number. Right? It's just 1. And it'll only be a bit more actually, because it'll be my birthday about then and you can't cut me off on my birthday, right? And that's right around the time we started talking. I looked it up for the collage and it was the booth right after my birthday booth where I was complaining that everyone on Facebook says happy birthday even if I haven't talkd to them in ages or never. The one after that you said something. But then Christmas is coming up and you don't celebrate it but Korea does so I'd have a week off and a week off to stew over my loss, that's not cool, right? So you'd have to give me till after New Years when I'm busy with work again. But then Valentine's Day comes and it's a stupid holiday but it's an excuse to beg you for more time. And after that, I don't have an excuse to ask you to stay just a bit longer because I won't even get the month or another day and I hate it i fucking hate it
but if you ever decide just one more conversation, or a million more, please talk to me. I'll always love you.
but if you ever decide just one more conversation, or a million more, please talk to me. I'll always love you.
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