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i wish...
A time for everything. Letting Go. ♥
it's a dream again
Sonntag, April 08, 2007
cHaRoN posted at 2:08 PM

i dreamt of him again. i thot it would be long gone le. i think it's those times when i watched "conversations with other women" that reminded me of him.

they were ex-huswband/wife.
she already had a cardiologist husband, jeffrey that was 45. and kids.
he had a 22,23 yr old sarah the dancer.
they met at his sis wedding.
they talked.
tranversing between old and current times.
how they met.
and who they are now.
a love that was shared very deeply.
one choosing to forget.
one still holding on.
or was it both.
but then i was reminded of what i said.
love cannot make up for lost time.
the deep love in the past cannot make up for the one that healed your wounds
at least in this show it was so.
they made love.
they parted.
he kept her everything.
(it was a good show btw... but i guess few would understand the dilemna as much as me and pam would)

then at postsecrets.com, someone wrote...
"i wished for apologies to me that i knew would never come."

i am wishing too. but i knew too, it never would come.
he hardly understands...

dunno la. it's just a day where i woke up. and i felt emotional.

there's this boy in my heart i keep. it wasn't by choice. begone.

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