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I blame Wendy for this
Leave your name and:
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST. It is written.
P.S.- I slept in your clothes last night. I was the best I slept all month, The closest I've felt to you. I found your picture in an old box, at the sight of your face I tured crazy and tore it to pieces, scattered it around the room. Then in a frantic realization I frantically gathered them and taped them together. The picture is now next to my pillow.
That night I dreamt of snow falling on my face gently dying as it touched the crude heat of my face...I believe that hope dies last, its hurtfulness is incomparable to the crystal fragility as of the snowflake's of the emotional bonds between two people.
I miss you soo much, but I cant go on living like we have.
I can no longer bring myself into this self destructive love.
You tore my heart out, stomped on it and left me there to die. I picked up the pieces as i did with your picture, Now my duct tape heart is fragile and I dont know if i can take any more hurt from you....
I'm sorry I loved you. I'm sorry I still do, and always will.
Leave your name and:
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST. It is written.
P.S.- I slept in your clothes last night. I was the best I slept all month, The closest I've felt to you. I found your picture in an old box, at the sight of your face I tured crazy and tore it to pieces, scattered it around the room. Then in a frantic realization I frantically gathered them and taped them together. The picture is now next to my pillow.
That night I dreamt of snow falling on my face gently dying as it touched the crude heat of my face...I believe that hope dies last, its hurtfulness is incomparable to the crystal fragility as of the snowflake's of the emotional bonds between two people.
I miss you soo much, but I cant go on living like we have.
I can no longer bring myself into this self destructive love.
You tore my heart out, stomped on it and left me there to die. I picked up the pieces as i did with your picture, Now my duct tape heart is fragile and I dont know if i can take any more hurt from you....
I'm sorry I loved you. I'm sorry I still do, and always will.