She was perfect.
There are no words that could do justice to her.
She didn't want to see me again but, for a moment at least, I had that peek above the clouds, you know, up where it's so clear and bright and warm.
It makes me sad but at the same time it's not really sad, it's not like anyone died, so it's a better sad.
Cow.
Friday, 3 July 2009
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