Dysfunctional Dreamer

Beautiful Curses...

I thought it was over, but it seems that I am wrong. I was wrong. I've always been wrong.

Today, when I saw him, all I remembered were the secret hugs, the warm smile, the nervous laughter...the kiss in the rain...reluctant goodbyes on the front porch. I walk on the Green and I'm reminded that there isn't anyone to wait at the bus stop for me, to toss a coin, go for a walk, sit on the swings and share Maltesers.

I guess I'm still hung up about the beautiful blue-eyed boy.

posted by nori_b @ 9:44 PM