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I Suspected That What Happens In Hotel Rooms Rarely Lasts Outside Of Them. I Suspected That When Something Was A Beginning And An Ending At The Same Time, That Meant It Could Only Exist In The Present.

Instead I Head To The Computer And It's Like I Turn Into A Little Girl Who's Just Seen Her First Rainbow. I Get All Giddy And Nervous And Hopeful And Despairing And I Tell Myself Not To Look Obsessively At My Buddy List, But It Might As Well Be Projected Onto The Insides Of My Eyelids. At 8:05 His Name Pops Up, And I Start To Count. I Only Get To Twelve Before His Im Pops Up.

I Say Good-bye To The Part Of Myself That Misses Him So Much.

Happiness Is So Rarely A Part Of My Vocabulary, Because For Me It's So Fleeting

Every Time You Love Someone, You Put Not Just Your Faith In Them, But Your Faith In Everything To The Test.