Sunday, June 24, 2007


Sometimes, really late at night I miss you... It's almost like indulging in eating dark, decadent chocolate. Part of me wishes I never found it in Christina's cupboard... and part of me can't stop. So I close my eyes and allow myself to miss you for all those moments when I wanted to think about you: for the time I passed by your building and didn't look back, or the time I pushed a couch across my empty floor, or the time he asked for my number.


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