posted on Wednesday, February 2, 2011 at 1:42 AM
I think to myself as she struggles to tell me what's been going on, what's on her mind. And in a painful yet relieving sigh I tell her it's OK. I guess things aren't always what they seem... It's like crayons, how you always look at the wraper on the crayon to see what color it is, but when you use it on the paper it's never the same color; it's always slightly different. Drastically. It's just a few hours you left in contact with me, and I felt I lost a big part of me. Maybe you just mean too much to me. Day 1 out of 5. ' You will be back soon' That's what I'm gonna repeat to myself every minute I think of you.