Tuesday, April 8, 2008

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There are complications between us.
We both know it's there, but we don't acknowledge it.
So when I'm by myself at night and it's safe to take out and study our mess of cross-stitch conversations, I try to make sense of, and attempt to unsuccessfully untangle, all the knotted up strings we pretended not to have made.

I wonder if you know what you're doing to me.




Cause I don't.

Posted by Rebecca @ 10:23 PM