Dear you,

Are you busy? Can I borrow a minute of yours? ‘Cause I did let you borrow mine - not just a minute, an hour. Or hours. Or days. Even months! Name it. I’m ready to lend you all of my time. Can we talk? Can we talk again? Not just I miss those butterflies in my stomach, I actually miss talking to you. We gotta get to know each other more and more everyday. Can we make this time together, seems as though we never started and I feel as though I have to let you know.

Forever waiting and suddenly getting all cheesy,

Fritzie