Saved as draft - 3/29/05
I don't just miss your cornered grin, and the way you lean against the wall with your shoulder, or how you shove your hands in your pockets nearly every free opportunity you have. I miss your heart, and the way you'd ask me if I'd had a good day, or whether or not I'd eaten enough. I miss how you would tell me to drive safe, or the way you said my name when you wanted my attention.
Was it wrong for us to go on a date?
Of course, I don't think so. But, realistically, did that just wedge a discomfort-producing wall between us? Is that why we hardly talk?
Sometimes - no, a lot of the time - I wish I could just ask you. If only.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
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