SAMANTHA FOO.
SMURFIE
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Tuesday, July 25, 2006
It came to a standstill,
Now it's picking up again.
Thank you.
Then again, I don't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing to happen.
But do I really have to care?
Do I even have the energy to care anymore?
How hard it is, to like a person so much, be able to see that someone almost everyday, be around that someone almost every hour, but not be with that someone at all. Not even able to converse, or look into his eye.
Know how bad it hurts?
Feel the burn?
They say time is all it takes, & a certain amount to fate. But what happens at the end of time? & fate, in itself, is too abstract.
Maybe we give the best of our hearts uncritically to those who hardly think of us in return.
How does one fall in love? Does she trip, fall off the sidewalks and graze her knee? Graze her heart? I know I'm in love when I'm with you. I know I'm contented when I'm around you. How did that happen? I didn't take a step, not a muscle. Leaves remain unruffled in the breeze. I didn't even blink.
When I tie my shoe, when I peel an orange, as I lay here every night without you
I remain
As ever,
XOXO
PS I still like you
& I'm lovin' it
21:03
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