trepidation
I sent her an email on Saturday night, asking if she had gotten my letter. She replied that she had not, but could we meet on Wednesday?
I am very nervous about tomorrow. Hope refuses to die, but I feel I am just waiting for the noose to tighten.
"How did we get this far apart?
We used to be so close together...
How did we get this far apart?
I thought this love would last for ever..."
I am very nervous about tomorrow. Hope refuses to die, but I feel I am just waiting for the noose to tighten.
"How did we get this far apart?
We used to be so close together...
How did we get this far apart?
I thought this love would last for ever..."
