March 31, 2006

Well, here I am. Writing to myself, because only then will I realize what it all really means later on. If what I'm supposing will be in the future is to be. Hopefully, I'm right. I look at the soft face. So honest, so innocent of loving me. I wish I could be the same. Only full of drowning affection. No doubts, no toxicating fears. You know? The evil things that cause such pain to hit you unexpectedly when you think what you're doing is for the best but turns out not to be. Mm, if I'm not making sense to me, I'm sorry. Anyway, how is it now? Did everything turn out okay? At least fine? The worries get to you? Did you overcome it? Hm, write back soon, please. I really wanna know what's in store for me.