cynthia when darkness falls every day you drift further away from me. i don't want you to, but there's nothing i can do to stop you. i don't want you to hate me. some days i feel that i still have a chance to turn it around, but my allusive despair tells me otherwise. i hate giving up. you're attractive and demure, secretive and always intriguing, maybe even selfish, but i don't care. flame that burns bright dies fast, but the slow-burning flame is the one that lasts. it's up to you to decide. i know i can make you happy, but i can't change your mind. if you don't want me anymore, fine. maybe soon i can stop wanting you too. 061102 what's it to you? who go blather from