Sometimes, he wishes things had been different.
That he hadn't had to leave. Not that way.
That he hadn't been so blind before.
He wishes for just one more day of happiness together. Before...
Sometimes he wishes for strength to throw away her last love-note from his wallet.
Not only sometimes. But still.
He's helpless.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
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2 comments:
Bittersweet.
Awwww. Poor honey.
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