And just for thought...
Would it be a lie to say I don't imagine driving to that restaurant every night?
It makes no difference.
I will stay in my car, drive right past it.
I set you free last weekend, put you in a bottle with a poem and threw you out to sea.
You wearing a tuxedo, curls pulled back from your face.
I stood next to you in my awkward way, arms crossed.
That picture always made me laugh, both oddly out of place, at the beginning of our story.
The salty sea carries us now, dreams that we'll never make true.
Maybe you will find your way back to my door step one day.
If you do, my door will always be open.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.