Hey There, Delilah

Hey there Delilah.

What’s it like in New York City? Must be exciting to move; I remember it was for me. We’re a thousand miles apart now, but you’re still the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. That photo you sent me just arrived, of you in the white dress, and honestly, baby, not even Times Square could shine as bright as you do. I often sit outside the apartment on the steps, playing my guitar and thinking of you.

Speaking of a thousand miles, baby, don’t worry about the distance between us; I’m always right here if you get lonely. Just a phone-call away