love, love. nobody means anymore to me than you.

Oct 17, 2006 15:51



It's always this way. Everything is still until those isolated, pre-supposed moments when something hurts, inexplicably and violently. His shirt. His voice on your phone. His picture in your room.

It took longer, this time. I almost fooled myself into believing I wouldn't cry at all. Maybe I'd never feel it. Maybe I'd forget.

Not quite.

joe

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