Sunday, May 11, 2008

Sunday

Sometimes, when I can't pinpoint what I miss most about you, I am drawn to the bare bones of the matter.
No one will ever love me the way you did.
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1 comment:

Jeff Scott said...

One of your most beautiful posts, P.`

May 11, 2008 at 11:54 PM

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