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blue whiskers. Wednesday, Mar. 11, 2009 12:53 AM Thinking back on it... I can't remember what it was like to have sex with him. To lay in bed with him, to be close to him. It's like all of those feelings have been erased from me. All that I remember, all that is in me, is the one who I'm supposed to be with. When I think about the other one, all I get is a hole in my memory, a blankness in my heart. Time has killed it, and I don't mind. |