May 19, 2003 03:20
i can see i was wrong in trying to mend something that has been so moth eaten, it dissolved in my hands. maybe i was blind, not seeing this tattered fabric of what was once a healthy, close friendship. im sorry that i still held, or what appeared to be, a glimmer of hope. apparently there was nothing there at all, but empty stares, empty hearts, empty souls, and empty minds.
i was not ready to give up on you yet, lluvia.
i'm sorry, goodbye. i'll miss you kid.