our_stories Staind_And_Souless Oh how I loved them. We would write together tales of our future. our perfect future. And i would anticipate your replies with the eagerness of a puppy waiting to be fed. you fed me for a while. Then when i came when you called me, then you started to hurt me. A little slap in the face once or twice. Then you got harsher. Mistrust. you hated me then. Then I started coming, and you would turn me away. No reply to my stories. you lost our stories. Misfiled in your libary. But I still wait. Writing my stories to myself. Thinking that one day, one day, you'll write back. 041109 what's it to you? who go blather from