Saturday, December 11, 2010

These Days

I woke up by myself again. I had a nightmare but I can't remember the details. Only the lingering feeling of fear.


Made myself some tea, my throat was sore and I needed someone to hold me.
Curled up on the sofa, the only noise in the room was my breathing and the echo of traffic passing by outside.


Last night I had a conversation with someone I could love.


"Sometimes I think I know what you want, then you say something and I have no idea what you want."


"I'm sorry."


Because even if you don't mean it, he still likes to hear it. 

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