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2002-05-28 Can't sleep. The wrong boy said he wanted to marry me tonight. Marriage? I miss the other you and the bed tonight. The strawberry milkshakes were good and yes Quebec perhaps but things are good right now. And sometimes instead of thinking 'stay' it slips out audibly and easily, without fear and finger-touching punctuation. Things are easy, the days are days, hopefully bookmarked with a visit. And so content in the nows and not the forevers that I forget that possibly forevers are possibly in progress but it doesn't really matter right. And that's exactly the point. |