dolorous interludes.

i dont know why i am doing this. i do feel very exposed. what if -you- chance upon this? i dont want you to see through me. it would hurt you so much if you could read me like you think you can. but you cant. and i am glad. yet, this gladness is but transient for i know i am still hurting you by not loving you like i love -him-.

posted by voyeur @ 12/12/2002 06:54:00 PM