Tuesday, December 02, 2003
There is still so much of you that i carry with me.
The more i see you, the more i think about you when i don't see you.
So maybe if i see you less, then these feelings will slowly become less.
Sometimes, i amaze myself with how seemingly warped my logic is.
I don't want to want something i can't have.
But i don't think my body, my mind and my heart give a damn about what i want.
What makes the unattainable so attractive?
The thrill of the chase?
The notion of elusiveness?
Or the undeniable pangs of torture that prove themselves to be so addictive?
I don't know.
My three favourite words.
I don't know.
sherry @ 2:44:00 pm
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