I fall without my wings
I feel so small
I guess I need you baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, it's haunting me
I guess I need you baby
I make believe
That you are here
It's the only way
I see clear
What have I done
You seem to move on easy
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I thought of him today - sevreal times. At one point I wondered if there would be anything that I could do that would help to make him like me again. But obviously there isn't or I'm sure I would have done it by now. It's crazy the things I feel for him - I don't even know him...
It isn't love by any means, but more of an admiration of sorts I suppose: to think he liked me well enough to overlook what I had done to him. I miss that new feeling. What is it the "new" of things? Everyone always wants what's new; it's odd I think. I can appreciate the old, comfortability of things - friendships, love, eras, even inanimate objects.
Today I was caught offguard with the thought of him...it was a happy feeling I got when I thought of him. I don't want to be sad when I think of him but what the hell do I have to be happy about when I think about him? That's is the question now isn't it?
*Always.
Caitlin
Quote of the day:
"I usually say fuck the truth, but mostly the truth fucks you!"
Sometimes those most worthy of love are not made happy by it. ~Dangeous Liaisons
It is on the strength of observation that one finds a way; so we must dig and delve unceasingly. ~Claude Monet 1840-1926