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I think I may be old enough, just about enough, to be able to sing that Sarah Mclachlan song now. Now I understand. And after this, I should work on Love for Sale- Ho! 22:26 ©
Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice. -- F. Scott Fitzgerald Ho! 03:48 ©
I should not be feeling this way; it is much too late in life for me to be teenagering it up. This is ridiculous. I hate you. I still want you back, but I hate you anyway. Ho! 17:33 ©
Oh gods, I want you back so badly it hurts like a knife in my chest. Ho! 18:56 ©
If I can't be with him, then I don't want to be with anyone. Yes yes, melodramatic I know. But we all need a bit of drama in our lives. Anyway jotting this down here so that I don't forget. Ho! 17:46 ©
It was over the phone as it always is, in the middle of the night filled with long periods of silence- she wasn't enough, he needed someone to fall madly and desperately in love with, no hesitation no pause without thinking head over heels. In the end he does after all need someone smarter and prettier and younger so that he wouldn't be stuck only waiting with his toes just on the edge. She is sorry that she wasn't enough to send him flying. That it wasn't the fucking fairy tale we are always looking for- I'm not that girl. I'm always, never that girl. (Original Reference Text) I know you can't hold out forever, for a boy who won't jump. When he falls in love, he just stands with his toes on the edge and he waits for it to disappear again. Ho! 14:28 ©
We will always be a little bit in love with some one else- Ho! 14:48 ©
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