just one more touch of your heart

and well im okay right now. cause i talked to you the other day and we talked about so much, you- how you are. me- but im so vague, i would've been so irritated with myself but well you wernt. us- how we miss each other. and we talked about memories, 'remember whens' along with aggravations,
which i cant blame you.
but you see all those aggravations, i want to put them in a little box and throw them out a window. cause that's not what i want to be to you. at all.
i want to be there for you
someone you can tell good stories and bad stories to.
someone you can complain to.
someone you can turn to.
and someone who will kiss your forehead again. and tell you it will be okay.
i know it wasnt all bad, those days before. i know there were a few right turns in there.
second chance?
maybe someday...
but i think things are okay for now
if i can talk to you somedays, well yeah i like that.
(happy?)
(for now, and its ok that way)