This blog is about a lot of things, all of which are linked by one common factor: me. I love music, dancing, coffee and, above all, learning (about things and people). People have described me as pretty and random (or maybe just pretty random). Be nice.
Thursday, July 31, 2003
It just had to happen, doesn't it? I've found myself rushing to my PC, anxiously checking for your e-mails, for any contact whatsoever from you. It's taken a lot to keep from picking up the phone, from calling you in the middle of the night just to hear your voice. I sometimes wonder if maybe something has happened to you whenever I don't hear from you. Perhaps, just perhaps, you could have been kidnapped by gypsies who fancied the way your hair shone in the sunlight. And still, nothing comes. And I get used to it. My heart stops speeding up whenever I check the post. I start to miss you less, to stop thinking about you and what you're doing at that point in time. I begin to wonder - about other things, other people. And then, one day, something arrives. A short note of less than a hundred words. But still enough to make the cycle begin anew. And I'm looking through the post everyday again. For you.
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