Wednesday, April 30, 2003

It is too big, what I'm feeling. I have to keep moving. I still... what is it? Love him? Is that it? Need him? Want him?...... I miss him; I love how he looks, how he dresses how he smells. It was enough for me... the way we lived. Maybe that was wrong; maybe I should have wanted more. but I didn't. I knew things were far from perfect, but I was conent sitting out side with my coffee and admiring the daffodils.


--Open House by E. Berg

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