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Monday, October 02, 2006 You have asked to stay away, and left me with no where to go but everywhere around the world; with my words, and thoughts of everything about me and you. You've asked me to forget it all, but I swear even when I try so hard, so so hard, I find myself standing back at square one in the same place as I was a minute after hearing your voice for the last time.. possibly ever. Tonight, I miss you, more but the same as every night. Tonight, I repeated the words of letter that will never be sent out to you.. or a conversation you'll never get to hear, and I'll never get to speak. In this letter, I say a lot.. but nothing is new. I wish that what we had was just 'you' and 'me'. I wish that I never got my friends involved, so that you would have never gotten yours. I believe, because I saw. It was the day I met up with my friends and your best friend. Your best friend attacked me with everything that was thrown on the table, and from that I knew... he had his own image of me, and he made sure you knew. Yet, it frustruated me because he simple didn't know me, and never spoke to me. When I spoke to you about that night, you replied in shock that these two have come together at a friendly gathering. It was a shock that I would have never expected from you; it felt like you were cheated. Enough about him. I imagined myself leaving forever; and then I imagined myself having our last talk. I ask you 'how you're doing?'; and you'll answer with 'Is there any thing I can help you with?'. Then I'll go on and on.. about the pride that I have lost for you.. the laugh that I missed with you.. the whispers, the anger, the smiles, the tears... and my heart that was stolen by you.. Then I'll remind you of our first meeting.. and the few times -those that I can count on my fingers- which you've let me feel that I am close to you, and that you were letting your heart lead you through those precious moments. Yet, all of it scares me.. I'll stop to tell you:"I'm Scared" and you'll reply: "Why? There's nothing to be scared of?"; but I'll answer with a tear waiting to fall -maybe for the last time-: "I'm scared that I'll never fall in love ever again". |
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