Pixie-Girl

I can believe things that are true and I can believe things that aren’t true
and I can believe things where nobody knows if they’re true or not

December 16, 2002

Sometimes I hate Blogger. I write out big long posts, with everthing out there and then it crashes. *grrr* Now I shall have to post a condensed version because I don't feel like typing it all out again.

I dreamt about you last night. I woke up, scared... I haven't dreamt about a guy I actually know since... forever. I didn't want to dream about you though. You're everywhere. I can't escape you. Everything reminds me of you. I think I love you. And I definatly don't want to. I don't want to be in love, when I know after Saturday I'll probably never see you again. Love hurts. That's the cold hard truth, and I'll have none of it! None of it! And yet, I know that I wouldn't trade the time I've spent with you for the world. You're fabulous. Smart, funny, cute, easy to talk to, outgoing, fun to be around, and a dancer/actor type on top of it. You are everything I've ever wanted. Perfect in everyway, except.... except.... yes, except that.

3 shows down - 4 more until I'll never see you again.

now.. i'm falling even more in love with you
letting go of all i've held onto
i'm standing here until you make me move
i'm hanging by a moment here with you

i'm living for the only thing i know
i'm running and not quite sure where to go
i don't know what i'm diving into
just hanging by a moment here with you

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