forge by Angela Thomas I really thought that I had it all figured out - our little life full of eminant sunshine and white linens. A little apartment with beautiful little things we collect when we do little things together. I thought little of the massive distance between us, believing that we were strong enough to weather the toughest storm. I believed that we were the perfect couple and I believed that we would never be apart. It's hard for me to even believe now that when I pick up the phone, I can't say, baby, sweetie, honey. I can't call you what I know you will always be to me. I can't use any name but Ken, I can't imagine never seeing you again. I can't even fathom what that would be like. Baby, please don't make me believe we can't get through these little things. We still have Love. 04/22/2006 Posted on 04/22/2006 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)