Wednesday, June 2, 2010

The past is still haunting.

I keep thinking of how much I love talking to you, how cute you look when you smile, how much I love your laugh. I daydream about you off & on, replaying pieces of our conversation, laughing at funny things that you said or did. I've memorized your face and the way that you look at me. I catch myself smiling again at what I imagine.

But at the end of the day, love is all about taking the leap of faith isnt it?

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