December Drive Emily
emily my dear, you're just like your father and that's a
shame. but youdon't have to expect the worst just yet. i
know. these pictures sell stories so well. that i want to
belive in dreams so badly. i am on my back trying to wake
up. i have been asleep for days now. emily, this is you
in twelve years trying to wake up and say 'i love you
just as much as you love me'
