"There was a time in our lives when we were so close that nothing seemed to obstruct our friendship and brotherhood, and only a small footbridge seperated us Just as you were about to step on it, I asked you:"Do you want to cross the footbridge to me?"--immediately, you did not want to any more; and when I asked you again, you remained silent. Since then mountains and torrential rivers and whatever separates and alienates have been cast between us, and even if we wanted to get together, we couldn't. But when you now think of that little footbridge, words fail you and you sob and marvel."
It's okay, Caroline. I promise we can shun her if you want.
Monday, December 17, 2007


Hello, world.

I woke up at six this morning for no particular reason. And, Lord help me, I got that Feist song stuck in my head. The "1, 2, 3, 4. Tell me that you love me more. Sleepless, long nights; that's what my youth was for."

Okay. My dad's throwing a hissy.

Peace out.

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emilea said...

you haven't changed. i heart you so much. i was sitting here all depressed and then i see the picture, and life is better. sigh. I GOT THAT SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD TOO. i just want the name of it, so i can go listen to it instead of having "one two three four..." stuck in my head. geez.

i think i can make it. i think.

emilea

December 18, 2007 at 6:30 PM  

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