::Mmm. Ciggarette Smoke::
Wow. Accomplished my goal today. Been so long since I've had one. Ciggs are good. Met some people. They scavenged a cigg off of me. They're cool. I enjoyed their company today.

Strange how I still miss your voice. When you speak, I imagine you there. Whispering sweet nothings in my ear. Running your hands through my hair, your arm around my waste. I imagine you sitting behind me, holding me close as we laugh and talk amongst close friends. Everyone comments on how special we Look to eachother. How amazing and how perfect we are. For Eachother.

Strange how I see what I want in life with you. Nothing else matters, but You. I imagine my face with a constant smile with everyday I'd spend with you. My skin a constant warmth. A constant glow. A pure angel I see myself. I Love You. I'm So Very Happy We're With Eachother.

Does anyone understand distance? Does anyone understand me? I don't get it myself. I know that I love him, but why can't anyone else see that? ::sigh:: I'll never understand them. I'll only understand who I am, and who he will become. I will only understand who I was, and who he wants to become, with me....

::Do You Doubt It::
There was once this perfect song for you and I.

Now the words aren't so perfect. The ink drips from the pen, but it doesn't stick. It runs down, and ruins these precious writings.

There was once a vivid moment for us.

Now the memories aren't so clear. The visions fade from the mind, but don't vanish. They return and ruin this precious heart.

There was once a time in together.

Now the together is over. The people move apart from the arms that held them tight, but never forget. They stop talking, and ruin the precious friendship. They laugh, but the smiles fake. They touch but the feeling so strange. They just stop speaking, and ruin this love.


I'm lonely. Why? Never been without some one. Though I'm with him, he's not here to protect me. I loved the feeling of being held. No matter how tired I grew, I'd want to be touched.

Those fingers left my hair so long ago. When will the new lovers fingers graze my soft skin? Someday soon, I hope. I only hope. I do not wish, I do not pray. I hope.

Such kind words are always said. Such meaning behind them. Yet time still lies so far ahead. We're young, and niave. Though, I don't know how I'd live without him. My great Gaurdian. Tell me what you see, in my eyes, in me. What is it you feel? Please tell me, are you real? Is it my spirit you can feel.....please tell me you're real.