“Hope is the bridge between despair and joy
But hoping to get you was something different”
you whisper as you send kisses down the side of my face
God, I thought it was just me.
How did we let a year and a half fly by?
Spending it on late nights, pleasing each other
And early mornings, cuddling and kissing
God, you’re a daydream
Your hand lingers in mine days after you left
I can’t get your hai...
