Nov 24, 2004 11:53
I heard his name being called to someone random in school yesterday and stopped in my tracks. My head sharply looking up and my stomach full of hot snakes coiling and squeezing while his name and his face, smiling (he always smiles so much), flashes across my mind and I try to get a hold of myself. I finally do and stumbling, a little off balance, I continue walking to the library. No one noticed my odd behavior.
When will he stop affecting me? I don't remember a time when it wasn't so.
my boy(s),
bad day,
boys,
dylan,
dylan. regrets,
who else?