Sunday, August 13, 2006
I reach out to you shakingly, uncertainly, a peculiar mixture of fear, hope and love intermingled.
Beautiful flowers are to be loved, are they not?
Do you really hate me that much?
God, this brings back memories.
I've always been watching over you.
I'd feel less pathetic if I had more then myself to hug right now.
I'll protect you. Even from myself. I'll protect you.
Is that how she felt? I feel even worse for her now.
Forgive me?
Forgiveness...such a ephemeral concept.
---> *treads off to re-read some happy stuff*
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Beautiful flowers are to be loved, are they not?
Do you really hate me that much?
God, this brings back memories.
I've always been watching over you.
I'd feel less pathetic if I had more then myself to hug right now.
I'll protect you. Even from myself. I'll protect you.
Is that how she felt? I feel even worse for her now.
Forgive me?
Forgiveness...such a ephemeral concept.
---> *treads off to re-read some happy stuff*
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