Friday, December 15, 2006
about turn.
I so feel like railing at you, I don't understand you, then again you don't understand yourself.. I wish it were really that simple, that one phrase could hold all the meaning a silence can, that an explanation would be as fulfilling as I always hope it would be.I don't think I've admitted to myself how much I value your conversation, your approval, your presence. Neither have I fully enjoyed the thought of why that might be so, it's always just been cut short, left hanging.
Possibilities that were, may or may not still be, I leave you in your own stubborn reverie, with nothing to break it.
weiwei (: at 8:35 AM