do_you_still ekr i wonder if you still have the four leaf clover in your wallet. i wonder if you still write in the black and white composition notebook. i gave them to you. i gave you myself. i wonder if you regret what you did. but i've moved on. i found someone new. you said someday, but someday wasn't soon enough. i love him, but i'm afraid of the past becoming confused with the present, and everything happening all over again. continuously giving myself and everything i have and then falling apart when it's not enough. when he/she/they/it/(but especially you) leave me, and i'm alone again. i want to hold his hand forever, even if that word makes my body shake. 040315 what's it to you? who go blather from