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Somehow, seeing him-I feel all my pent up and spent rebellion melt away. The need to blare "This Is How We Do" out of my car, or tell my parents I'm somewhere I'm not. It's gone. Like that.
Crazy what not spending time with him does to me.
All the hook-ups and late night kisses don't turn out to be so perfect after all, once you find the one guy you want to kiss for the rest of your life.
Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.
There are two kinds of people in this world: Those who lay alone at night with tears in their eyes and those who play hopscotch in the rain and sing in the shower.
I can't help but wonder what it is about you that makes me try so hard.
Anonymous
July 23 2005, 14:34:49 UTC 6 years ago
ash
July 23 2005, 15:41:02 UTC 6 years ago
Anonymous
July 26 2005, 11:03:11 UTC 6 years ago
ash
July 26 2005, 13:55:15 UTC 6 years ago