3:56 PM 6/30/2007
i have to admit to myself that after all these years, a not so very small part of me yearns to see you and talk with you and love you for all that it’s worth.
yeah, for what it’s worth after all the spin and the pain. what is now to you, anyway? you’ll always remember me for the fool i am, and i’ll always remember you too for the painful procrastination you did.
and a procrastination that had ended in this painful reminiscing.
i had sought closure. instead, i had trapped myself in time. happiness, indeed. this eternal strange serenity that took root in the city of pines on a may day.
