Friday, March 07, 2003

 

3/7/03

The more quieter we become, the more we hear.

No, I don't illegally download movies and songs....and then make a lil money on the side. I am merely previewing, my friends. Previewing.

You want to know what basorexia is, don't you? Why is it in my profile? Why am I suffering from it? Well, you'll just have to ask me personally, sucka.

I missed airbands...now if only I had my license or a car at the least! I could've drove myself home.
I heard a lot of good and I heard a lot of bad. I'm sorry.

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The two of them were lying in their own beds, riding along a phone line to help visualize a familiar face. It had been exactly 2 years. 2 years since the last months of 8th grade and every day they both thought about the other. She about him. He about her. But instead of unleashing their affections for one another just like they had done in the past, they respected the other's decision. The 'mutual' decision that they made the last few months of 8th. The decision to just be friends in the burgeoning of highschool life.
However, it was true that they had met a plethora of new people. They even had some relationships that almost rivaled theirs. But they could never forget their first good kiss. It wasn't like any kisses they had planted before. He felt weak in the knees whenever their lips touched. Her knee popped just in anticipation of the fire shared between their mouths.
But they were both too proud to let the other know just how lonely they were. So far driven by this loneliness, they started to find love in others. Which isn't a bad thing.
But no one wants to be looked upon as the fall-back lover...and certainly not as the one who got away. And that's how the two looked at themselves. And as always, in a deceptive tone, they beckoned one another,
"So tell me, how have you been since you've been gone?"

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I've got a grip of achy-breaky-heart related stories to tell....and you're going to listen to them all! Yay!

I'm out.
-Ryan

Ryan posted this at 11:26 PM.