thirty november
eleven : forty-nine a.m.

everyone should have the sound of a train crossing a bridge (over foggy water) a few blocks away to fall asleep to at night.

i haven't talked to him in a few days, but he's been writing.

"i've been thinking about you a lot. a whole lot. i love you."

it isn't all good news, but it makes me smile anyway. just because it's from him. just because i am the luckiest girl in the world.