she must be getting mad at me for all the attention i've been giving everyone BUT her, but how can you be mad at me for something you wanted me to have all along? it is okay, i am jerky and fake when on the phone with you, easily irritable when not in that mood, forever sorry when words are taken without a grain of salt
the candle is lit though for little guys like us

won't you play the piano for me again when you have time? i missed the soft sounds coming from the delicate fingers who want something more than any of us can even imagine.

(p.s. can you make brownies too yours are the fucking best. pudding too! - dasha -)