Between texts and morning commutes, I think of you..

 

Our love language is the music that plays on my stereo, on my way to yet another day filled with mundane tasks and boredom

 

Stop the light is red..

 

I can never seem to get you out of my head…

 

3..2..1… green go..

 

I wish I could go, travel to something new, staying in myself true, instead I’m filing through the endless emails and paperwork I must do to live each day without you.

 

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