Rules Shmules

I almost broke my own rule last night. And I sometimes think that some rules were meant to be broken. To prove a point. To prove that you mean more to me than rules. That place we used to go to I need to be back there. And not for a long time. Not forever. Just an hour or something like that. I need to be reminded of what it feels like to be noticed. Admired. Cared for. Confided in.