Friday, Sept. 09, 2005 - 10:06 p.m.
If I look at you, if I see you, that doesn�t mean you will see me. We are not a mirror, but we hope for the same thing. Hope isn�t everything in the end, when the details differ so much. I know what will come of this, but it doesn�t make me sad. I know how it will unravel, and the words we will yell and the words we will keep to ourselves. I�ll choose to remember the glitter on our pillow the morning after.
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