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11:10 a.m. : 2002-09-27

…and now when I think about you, I think about a too distant past. I think about a curved smile that held a world of possibilities. Something threatens my ability to move forward into a bright blue carnival future. I am terrified and silent. I am fearful of not only the time I have lost, but the tomorrows being slowly thieved from my life.

I want to speak to you, to scream about the injustices of this world. I want to hold you, kiss you, anything..I want to do anything but sit and miss you. I’d take an angry exchange over this nothing. And more than anything I would buy a vowel with my last penny just to know you still exist.

The mind is a crazy thing. It plays tricks on us. It laughs in our face without words or evidence. It is the biggest player of games and will twist your mind into believing everything your heart feels is an illusion.

My heart has boxing gloves on and your memory is the fighting ring.

My love for you will always win.

I must believe there is always hope and always a tomorrow full of kite stringed skies and stars swaying in a summer breeze. I do believe. I will always believe in you. My belief misses you.

i love you
you remain in my thoughts
more so in my heart
godspeed

yesterday - tomorrow

you are someone I can love. someone that I want to know better. someone that has an actual personality someone that is not afraid to try something new. someone who understands me. most important, someone who I can talk to and be a friend to. not one of those fair weather friends......