The words he gave me were beautiful and eased a positive transition that we knew would have to come sooner or later. And me, being me, overthought thoughts that have a tendancy to dash towards the end of all things; a habit I've yet to transcend. And it made me have hope. It made me hope that those words remain constant and true, and when I look back on them in 5 years, I will still feel the same as when I first received them; to not look back on them through the haze of tears of everything that once was. I resent having turned into this, as if it were something I'd asked for. And darling, I'm just a pragmatist that has fallen from the graces of feeling the truth - nothing more, nothing less.
Change and constants
1:11 p.m.//02.24.05
Mood: Oddly nervous
Cereal: None at the moment, but I wish I could have Count Chocula
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