Hanging by the moment.

As i spoke wif jac on the train, she saw the dead layers of skin build up after many pull up repititions and asked me to let her see. She took my hand, faced it up n pulled the palm flat. Felt the thickness, the wound, the effort. And told me to do someting to remove it. Tat kind of love, i reli was hungry for more. When ever i held her close to me, kissed her n watch her go, she'l always stretch out her hand, lik a gesture to hold on n, u knw tis givs me hope.. Its lik how i dun wan u to go tat kind of feeling bt u hav to go. Jac i couldnt ask for more.. U automatically refitted my loose plaster even thou its kinda sick wif the dirt n stuff bt u din mind. That u adjusted afew times, made me felt lik letting the plaster loose so u could always refit it somemore.

Today u reli made my day Jac, i seriously am more into u jac, tis feeling inside me i can tel, is more firm than ever..