~saturnineguise

i was just wondering if she received it, if the little envelope with a smoking man would have been enough to open up a smile between her lips, big, so someone nearby who was lucky enough to catch that moment could see her shining eyes.


i think i owe her that letter i wrote her but never sent. i think i do.


i think i owe him an explanation, and an imsorry, and a big old slap in the face.

i think i owe him another question.


i think i owe her another drink, and more of my mind.

i think i owe him a sideways swipe, a kick in the ass, and a joke from years ago.

i think i owe her a reason for why it is still so easy, so hard and so everything.

i think i owe him. big.

[i feel adored
when im making for the exit sign]