From Angies LJ

[blackcoldheart]

How do I show that nothing, not a taste, not a smell, not even the color of the sky has ever been as clear and sharp as it was when I belonged there. I don't know how to express that being somewhere so dangerous was the last time I felt safe. Even so I find myself thinking of it, wanting to feel that wind. It's a secret wanting. Like a song I can't stop humming or loving someone you can never have. Nomatter how much it has damaged me, nomatter how flawed it is, I know I'm loved there.

I really like it.. It was on this girl, Angie (who I just met) LJ & MySpace. Shes cool :D I wonder if she wrote it...

You know you love me,
Cee <3