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Monday, November 18, 2002
You're the only person that I wanted to see at 3:20 in the morning, and all I could manage to talk about was every fucking insignificant thing that crossed my mind. Was I shivering because it was so damn cold out, or because I was too nervous to say the things that I had stayed up late into the night thinking for the past three weeks when I should have been sleeping? You're the only dream that I've ever lost sleep over.
My hat pulled down, I didn't even look into your eyes; but I would have payed my last five dollars to see you smile at me again. I would have to pay in U.S. currency, because I've already given you my heart. But it's not like you would know that because I haven't told you. I haven't told you anything, not one damn important thing.
I'm probably just another insignificant boy to you, so why are you so important to me? But don't worry; it's not like you should care. I've given you no reason to. I do this all the time. Falling in love with an unsuspecting girl is becoming all-too routine.
So, here's to another three fucking weeks of fruitless hoping and useless wishing. Useless because I never do anything about my wishes. It seems like all I ever do anymore is wish. Like a damn poet or something. Not so much a hopeless romantic, but more of a spineless one.
| Mr. McBastard | 3:52 AM | | |
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