Be prepared, this is a story of pain and hurt. This is a story of tears shed at midnight, of a pillow listening to the cries of sadness and frustration. This is a story of heartache.
I shouldn't peek.
I know this little indulgence of mine can't last.
But, when we go to sleep,
I still wait for your muscles to relax,
So I can reach over and pull out that device
with secrets you ...