When we made love, you used to cry.
09.14.04 - 1:49 p.m. I am in love in too many directions at once, each more rediculous, more frustrating, and more dangerous than the last. Life has this in common with love: It's good when you could get out of it but you don't want to, and there are reasons for /that/, instead of reasons why you can't.
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