The original title of this was mostly because of my teenage love for Jack's Mannequin's first album. And in a way, I guess I'd like to think my life really is a story for someone out there. I suppose it gives some meaning to all of the nothing.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
The clock read 6:18AM, and it was freezing. I walked downstairs with an extra blanket in case you looked cold. But there you were, sleeping with the mouth hanging wide open and looking as cozy as ever. I couldn't help but chuckle and walk back upstairs.
And even though I knew I'd have to say goodbye in a few hours, it was nice knowing that I would wake up later and see your face. It was perfect.