At 1:00 am, i'm home while writing you. it's almost winter, but it's warmer than june. with inly 5 hours away from here, and a trip i'm looking forward to, i think i might be seeing you soon. that morning i woke up on sunday. next to tree tops. off of orange. across the way. happy birthday i'm happy that you're here with me. a home with only the two of us. there's no other place i'd rather be. since i've met you, it's all seemed right. now i'm longing for that november night. i've said it all. every word i mean, and i just want you back. i miss you. so, wherever you're at i'll make you see. that i just want you back. i miss you.