past tense by Angela Thomas last night was like a dream for me. sitting at the computer, reading the journal I knew you would never hear. it was me saying all the things that I felt, that I wanted to tell you and never knew how. I told you I loved you. I told you just how much. and then you grabbed me. actually started kissing, without me having to beg or plead, and then, then, you said the thing that I always imagined was true and could never bring myself to be dissalusioned enough to believe. yes, yes love, it was perfect when we were together, me giving my all and you spending every night, my lover and my best friend. I do miss those summer talks and late night snacks, but you know what? I'm not the same naive girl you bedded back then. after you break a girl's heart, it's always different. it's not going to be same. she looks at you like a skeptic and loves you from a distance, if at all. see, Chris, I loved you after all. 06/07/2004 Posted on 06/07/2004 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)