Postcards for John
A one-sided conversation with that guy you can't seem to communicate with.
22 December 2015
Hung on hope
I had hoped you’d remember.
Up to the last minute, I’d held on to the hope that I’d hear from you.
Your greeting was the only one that mattered.
You wishing me happiness was the thing that would make my wish come true.
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