2001-02-28 - 649 pm
there's this impossibles song with the lyrics "the frustration of knowing what it's like to breathe you in."
and maybe my friends are rite, and talking is only a euphemism for torture. maybe they're rite and i have to separate myself from him for a while. but i need to see him one last time. i need to.
im still so unbelievably glad that i got to spend so much time with him. it taught me how to love. i didn't know how to before.
