14 August, 2007

I don't know what I'm supposed to do. You're standing right there, smiling and looking as perfect as ever. You laugh. Your eyes crinkle. You run a hand through your gorgeous hair and look my way. I hastily turn around and slam into the wall. It doesn't hurt. No, nothing will ever hurt as much as the truth does. And it's time to face the truth. I will never be with you.