It's nights like this that I wish I could just drop by your place on my way home - a surprise visit just because you crossed my mind on the late night drive - how I want to tell you about my coworkers 40th birthday party and how he hired a 'little person' to fulfill his Fantasy Island theme, I think you'd appreciate the humour in it all... how you'd smile and laugh...
And as I drive only a few streets over from your place, I think of you but I don't stop - though you're probably there... I don't see your sparkling eyes reflecting your laughter... we're not there yet but maybe in time... maybe you'll let me in enough to know it's okay, unexpected visits... maybe... until then I'll save my stories for you...
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