Monday, January 19, 2004

I had another dream about the boy. We were sneaking kisses around the school, secretly touching each other; acting like star crossed lovers basically. It was nice, until I woke up.
I don't want to be with him again. I'd love to be with him still. There just isn't enough time in the world for him to gain back my trust.

.:dr0wningophelia:. 10:20 | |