11:26 p.m. - 2010-08-05
put on your pretty lights
it's amazing how after all this time, a simple run-of-the-mill voicemail from the being once known as teresita wilco can make me almost stare at the phone in disbelief, tears welling up in my eyes, and whispering to the empty room: "i'm in love with you." it might just be the summertime cold talking, as i feel a bit weak all over. but oh, there is something so decent, good, and worthwhile in her spirit that i miss terribly even when i don't realize it. godspeed.
�
�
