She closes my door behind her and all the petty stresses of life reappear, eager to make up for lost time. I’ve developed a phobia of that door closing for the last time, of losing her in any way or of being lost.
She closes my door behind her and all the petty stresses of life reappear, eager to make up for lost time. I’ve developed a phobia of that door closing for the last time, of losing her in any way or of being lost.