and we're there on haight, waiting for hours while she gets her stars.
and its like shes been tattooed on my heart as surely as the stars on her waist were.
i had hoped, i had, do wish that this would have faded, passed with time but i still find myself trying not to wonder where she is.
its been five years since we've spoken and i still miss the way she smells.
well in the long run at least i can hope that this is hopefully temporary.
