Wednesday, June 15, 2011
You always knocked on my door after midnight and I always opened the door with a smile, remember? I lived on that busy street in midtown number 11. I was always anxious for others people days to be over because it meant mine was about to start.And it started as soon as you set foot in my building ,listening to your steps on the stairs and the silly way you knocked on my door. I felt special because you chose to be with me and I thought it was going to last...long story short: then you broke my fucking heart because you chose to be with someone else.
So don´t come knocking on my door anymore ,because nowadays after midnight it´s already another day.