hi,
you don't know me
but i know you
between pages of misfortune
and words of tragedy.
how are you?
sometimes i think she's lucky
and sometimes i think she's too lucky.
she deserves it.
the love.
your love.
she deserves you.
i suppose.
but i think we all deserve you too.
and sometimes i hear Sam singing in the shadows of my mind;
he sings, "Leave your lover, leave her for me."
damn it.
