Sunday, February 13, 2011
Why does it feel we are playing the same game where we pretend the other person is not around? We are so unwilling to let go of our pride - that we wait for each other. So we wait, and wait and no one is saying anything in the end. I miss you, I do. I wish I could have you comfort me now. I have been waiting one whole week.
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