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By Ali Date: 2008 Apr 30 Comment on this Work [[2008.04.30.22.31.25631]] |
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It still hurts not to call you, not to email you. I thought that I'd be over that, by now. But I'm not. I just pretend, because I'm supposed to. Because that's what you do. Is that what you've done? But I wonder. I wonder what would happen if I emailed you. Would you read it? Would you respond? I don't know. I can't know. I'm not even sure if it would accomplish anything; I wouldn't pretend to even know my own point. I want to say a thousand things. I'm angry. I'm hurt. But I miss you. And I'm not entirely sure why. Isn't that crazy? I can't figure it out. I don't know if you can. I don't know if you'd care to. Maybe I'll always think of you. On rainy days. In the middle of the summer. When I can't sleep, or when I wake up before dawn. I wonder if you will always be there, on the edge of everything. Visible but untouchable. Just an empty email away. |