Tuesday, August 24, 2004


I want to reach out, but I can't. I want to see you, day and night but I can't because we aren't supposed to want. I want to pick up the phone and dial and hear your voice caressing my ears and mind. But I won't. I want to hold you close and tell you all's fine, but the truth is, it isn't all fine. It tortures me but I know its best we are apart now. And to seek ourselves on our journey separately. Will our path cross again? I don't know.


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