It was hard. New York was an amazing place and art school was all I could ever dream it to be, but I missed him.
He was out in the world, trying to make a name for himself.
Everytime I'm lonely I listen to the songs he's out out. It is like he's beside me, but once the track ends he's gone.
He was doing a good job. People knew who he was.
He keeps saying that him and his guitar will pay the bills and that we'll have an amazing life. But it was so hard. I wanted to desperately to your around the world with him.
Two years. I only had two more years of school and then I would be able to tour. I'd stop having to spend hours upon hours in planes, trains, and cars to only see him for a few hours.
But two years. I'll be with him again in two years.
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No Tears For The Creatures Of The Night
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