The world spins along outside, the sun
rises and sets, the streets go dark, the lights come on. The future is happening, but it can wait until tomorrow. Neither of us knows what will come next, or where we go from here,
or even what anyone will say about us, but none of it matters. We’ve got each other right now.
She pulls me toward her, tells me, “You’re sweet, you know that?” I crack a smile. Life will not tear us apart this
time. Our hearts will see to it.
What are you looking at?” she asks.
What am I looking at? My future wife? The mother of my children? The person I was
put on this earth to find? Yes.
I'm an insomniac, my mind works the night shift.
Pete WentzTags: sleep mind brain insomnia sleepless non-stop
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