dolorous interludes.

i hear that song once again. this time, how much more awkward, with him by my side, last night. i felt so much like crying then. there i was, sitting by the wondrous sight of such a fountain, and the song is played. i could only look down at the spread of spotlights at the base of the fountain, absorbing the multitude of colours that shone before me. i was listening intently, and i knew every word and nuance by heart. i feel that im losing you. i fear that i am losing you. you seem very much more distant of late. i havent even had the opportunity to pass you your christmas present. i wanted it to be special for you. i feel so much like felicity right now. -laughs- watching that tv programme last night only served to exacerabate my. torn-ness.

posted by voyeur @ 12/31/2002 12:54:00 PM