Monday, February 20, 2006

...And Again

I dreamed about you last night.

We talked for hours. It felt right and perfect and it made me feel warm inside. And then I had to leave, but I didn't mind, because I knew I was going to see you again. And again, and again, and again.

It was so vivid... and yet so unreal, since you are no longer a part of my life. You turned your back on me a long time ago.

Fuck, I miss you.

*Iz

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