Feb 05, 2008 17:58
It was short, intense, bittersweet.
A brief spell. Momentary madness.
Now just a memory, like butterflies caught on resin.
Precious now, when dead and hardened.
Longing is but a dull, throbbing pain. A long, extended wail.
And it ends on that note.
Just like all affairs should.
And always do.
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Shame I had to wake up.. we had fun me and you (in a genuine fun sense not "slept together" sense hehe)
Hopefully my dream comes true.
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