jesstagirl writes

All his bags were packed; he was ready to go. He stood right there, beside my door; afraid to wake me up to say goodbye. So he kissed me and and I smiled at him, and I told him that I’d wate for him. We held each other like we’d never let go. ‘Cause he was leaving on a jet plane, not sure when he’ll be back again; oh baby, I hate to let you go.