do_you_miss_me Nikita I miss you, I wish you would talk to me like we always did prior to this moment, this long, dreadful week. The days pass by, I cannot deny that with you life was easier and more satisfying. There is no thread to hold onto and we crumble apart. Into useless pieces that no longer fit together. There are no words I can write, you won't come back to me now. 040226 ... pd i miss you too, only my void is far emptier than your temporary loss. you miss me not because your eyes won't see me, or our voices bandy words but because departure always makes you sentimental. dec 03 040227 ... smurfus rex yes I do. but I'm still working on my aim. 040228 ... a thimble in time Her absence is an invisible wound, cut deep into the flesh. No one notices how with each passing day my sickness worsens, chomping away at the fiber of life. May heaven help those infected with love. The pain deprives dawn of its luster and nightfall any sense of radiance. 040229 ... Nikita I wish that you would not tempt me, my love for him has not ended, but I lost my password to something leading me to more intricate tangled webs. I will always miss my true love, and I would feel repugnant if I were to pressure him further. 040229 ... ambermoon i lie awake in my bed and that question repeats over and over in my head. because i miss you so that it hurts inside. i miss you like the cracked earth of the deasert misses the rain. i pray to the goddess that you will return to me and hold me in your arms again, saying that what i have felt for so long is noy one sided that you feel the same. do you miss me like iv missed you? 040229 ... Piso Mojado love cuts deeps, but love stitches wounds tenderly 040301 ... Piso Mojado ignore the s on deep 040301 ... eskimos friend i know you used to, but now... i wonder. i miss you. all the time. which i know i shouldn't, since i ended it. but it hasn't gotten any easier. i miss having you sleep with your head on my shoulder. i miss the way you used to stroke my hand with your thumb when we held hands. i miss chatting shit at all hours of the day, and not being woken up at three in the morning by a text (usually i was awake, of course). i miss not sharing with you - music, literature, poetry, time, care, love. but there are things i don't miss at all, and things haven't changed, so i'll just keep my love to myself, and destructive as that is, it's less harmful this way. is very sorry 040301 ... eskimos friend k i'm clearly going insane. i don't miss NOT sharing with you, i don't miss NOT being woken up. i miss because i no longer share, because i'm no longer woken up. i'm sure that was obvious from the context, i just hate getting things wrong like that. might join oldephebe on the "relentless inner critic" alter ego, although with less typos... 040301 what's it to you? who go blather from