Nov 17, 2004 16:19
So we talk at night on the phone. But its never really on the phone, I just like to pretend that it is. We're always serious; why is it that I can always joke with you? You say I mean so much. We'll sleep in seperate beds again, tonight. I catch a glimpse of you looking in my direction; it's always just to see the time. You're an obstacle that I know I'll never conquer. Good luck trying to catch me.
After the years we've known each other, it only seems like days.