Dreaming, not Sinning.

My hopes were that somewhere in your heart you'd find my giggles, the ones that once warmed you up. They would remind you of how we laughed together of the silliest things, and then stared at each other amazed by our own eyes. It would bring back to your memory our hugs and that would make you think of our passionate kisses. Then your thoughts would flow smoothly, oscillating between the fire and the depth of the acts on the mattresses. Mysteriously you'd link those to the late night phone conversations...the "I Love You"'s waiting for an answer and the desperate "don't go yet!"'s. The drives home, to school, to the park, and oh, the parks. What didn't they witness? And the trips, the beaches, the creepy little towns, the hotel rooms. The hotel rooms. Too small for our dreams, just right for the perfect coziness. Your house. My house. Lego house.
And then, finally you'd ask yourself: why?
But is seems as you never go too far from the first line...

To own a heart that's half of yours..."