May 13th, 2009

I'll let my playlist sing until it feels like the only one you are speaking to is me, so every term of endearment is personalized for my enjoyment. I'll scream the words until I believe that this love letter you wrote is addressed to my ears. I'll blast the speakers to make this valid, as much as it takes to get you to know how badly I want this, as long as someone has the guts to pull me back down.