July 31, 2006 monday - 00:15

after all these weeks
my sheets smell of you when i sleep
and i see you smiling at me
and when i remember things you say, you make me laugh
and i look forward to seeing you again
and i smile a little to myself when i read your stupid texts
and i turn and i think i smell your scent

this is not love
this is no security
this is no fairytale
this is no romance
but i like it this way.

maybe i had to give up everything for this, but maybe it was worth it.

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