it's funny how i don't think about you until you stop thinking about me. and how accustomed i've become to the i-just-woke-up-i-wish-you-were-here phone calls. scary, how the safeness of needing to tell each other every detail of our lives has become a pacifier in the mouth.

as heavy as it all feels it never seems to go past anything i couldn't deal with and i'm grateful for that. even in the most intense moments when i want to hold you so tight we'd melt into one, i still know exactly how important i am all by myself.

you remind me of this blue marble i kept in my backpack

and rubbed only when i needed to feel.

2002-12-04, 10:53 p.m.
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