the things you do not mean to say January 21, 2002 Monday - 16:31 it hurt, seeing you. you remind me of everything i have ever wanted to have. everything i have ever wanted to be. it hurt, seeing you see her. knowing you will never, never look at me that way. knowing i am nothing more to you than the wind, nothing more than a pasing moment. a fleeting instant. you will not miss me through the distance of time. but i will always remember you. because you mean so much to me; more than you can imagine; you represent a life i could never hope to live. you remind me that, despite all the things i dream of, i am nothing. miniscule like a shell upon an endless beach, a swash against an eternity of sea. and you remind me that life goes on. without me. you will not miss me, and that is the way it should be. you will not remember me. that is how it should be. in your world you are everything i could never be, and it was an honour to be your friend. i love you, as a friend, as a human being under the same sky, as a sister of the same God. i love you, as that, and nothing more. and that is the way it should be. -----
Who is that girl I see -----
you never saw the hurt she felt
she would have been happy
you will never see her bare
she would have been happy
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