February 2012
The Wait →
I will meet you. I don’t know when, but I will and when I do, I’ll do back flips and sing Spanish love songs and shower the world with molten chocolate. But before that a disclaimer: I regretfully admit that my heart hasn’t been kept at its best state for you. I’ve subjected it to a number of burns that even the most skillful heart doctors can’t amend. There are bruises, scrapes and signs of...