Wish You Were Here

Baby

Forget the pretty picture on the other side. I'm writing to you from the crap apartment we once shared in the North End. Who knew Boston could be so quiet? Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I still wait for you to key the door each night at 6:35. Although it's been 3 years I expect I'll be doing that for many many more years to come. Some mistakes can't be fixed with words, or pretty pictures.

Yours,

Me

Story by:

Stace Budzko

submitted at 9:15am

23 October 2009