The Framed Picture

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Men in glass houses sink ships...

Less than a year and I miss her more than anyone. She passed through ptbo and I didn't know it till she was gone. I felt like my heart turned to iron and dropped out of me. I miss her more and more. I can hardly wait till next year when I get to see her again. I met her outside of a dance when I offered her my coat to ward of the chill of fall. It smelled like her for days and her smell was so sweet. After that I saw her the next day and haven't seen her since. I want to go back and talk about all the things we've done since. She was passing through ptbo and I missed her.

I miss her so. . .

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