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Friday, December 05, 2008
there's just so much to say.

So many words run through my mind as I think of the moments I've spent with you. Seriously, feeling more or less..like something has been grabbed from me, something I wish would exist. I wish he knew, I just wish he knew. Or maybe he does, and yet, he chooses to ignore it because it's easier that way. Whatever it may be, he's the closest to home.

Well, talking about other things, other things. Anything else to get him out of my mind. Anyway, I've been passing rather uneventful moments. Or weekends. Or anything in general. Well no, not really. December just started, so we never know what might happen during this month. Maybe I'll fall in love, maybe I'll fall out of love. Whatever he is, I have to get out of this imaginary land.. get out from the moments spent with you, or generally, the lack of moments spent with you. There will neer be someone like you.

xo
Julia


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