Tuesday, Jun. 14, 2005 - 1:47 p.m.
She surprised me by sending me a message this morning. What was she doing up that late? It didn't matter either way because I was too busy trying to calm my heart down and reminding myself to breathe.
The words she carves into my memory have me wrapped around the wavelenghts of her thoughts. They spiral and twist themselves around my ankles, barely cutting off circulation but yet strong enough to have me enjoy that mere thought that I am indeed 'strapped down' unto her.
And there's no worse and better feeling than that; knowing that you can say 'goodbye' at any point, but you choose not to.
(did you see the last entry?)
