I hate being there, knowing that you aren't going to be crossing my path, to playfully try and steal my shoes.
I hate listening to someone else sing Lou Reed songs at karaoke.
I hate ordering a pitcher at the bar, with nobody to share it with, just because.
I hate when I can still feel my hand being squeezed when I go through a crowded room, and realizing that it's just my imagination.
I hate it that I can't feel the April breeze in the morning.
I hate that I'm alone when I go to the record store, or to the playground at night.
I hate having dreams that feel so real.
God, I'm so sorry.
I don't like it.
It's going to be your birthday soon... what would you like?
"It's refreshing to hear your heartbeat again... it's starting to beat faster now."
"If it is, it's all your fault."
Monday, March 3, 2008
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