The story of my li(f)e.

September 29, 2006

responses to “how are you doing” are always a matter of who’s asking. just keep telling myself I’m over you. yet with each interaction, I’m left with every feeling you’ve ever given me and I don’t know why. like how those eyes can hatch butterflies within my gut and trembling in my voice and how sing alongs with you make me want to smile ’til I die. you mentioned tonight how you’ve got weak knees. you haven’t any idea. but he’s got your attention and we all can tell. and these are the thoughts that render sleep an ineffable concept. I hate being so pathetic. sleep easy, sweetie. I’m wide awake.

forced shut eyes & perfection on my pillowcase.
you are still my dream girl. :-(


2 Responses to “The story of my li(f)e.”

  1. Anonymous Says:

    i wonder who my mysterious he is :)

  2. Anonymous Says:

    if marrying him would leave me with the same initials, you are wrong buddy boy!

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