some old love song and great texts

Riding buses is when I texted him and sometimes even now I think to.


I have stories for you, and I desperately want to watch you laugh but if you come today, you can't touch me.

                             missing that smile that just crossed his face

He would have instantly known and thought, "But she can touch me as she tells me her stories."
He would've texted back,

I'll be there at 4


Today I am grateful for fantasy and all the music supporting it.


Plus, great texts happen all the time.