Monday, April 24, 2006

The Condition

I think of him often. When I don't think of him, I dream of him. When I can't sleep, it's because I hear our conversations replaying over and over in my thoughts. So, I get up and end up thinking of him again.

Everything reminds me of him.

I wouldn't say it was just a state of coincidence. It is just love.

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