then i got blank for a couple minutes. wondering. . and smirking. .
well, song fulfilled by sounds. any sound.
our song is . .
your heart beat
the slamming door
ring of my door bell
interrupting phone calls
all the random songs on your playlist while we looking at each other
the way you laugh or whispering my name
screaming your favorite words
and the lyric. .
my pet name that you always call me over and over again. .
i can't get enough of this song. .
asking God if he could play it again. . amen.
