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2004-12-09 - 8:06 p.m. P.S. I do still like him. I fantasize about him telling me he made a mistake, or something like. Or giving me a rose. Or him waiting for me at my door. Everyday. And then I get to my door, and there is never anyone there. I suppose it is my lot in life not to have this. Or anything normal, like it could have been. I am just going to have to accept it . I am also going to have to accept I'm not going to get over him for another month or two. |
