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Wednesday, December 20, 2006
All that Vodka lovin.


And between now and then, till I see you again, I'll be loving you.

Everybody was right. Everybody was. And I chose not to listen. Now I regret, as those words, they spill right from your own mouth. I feel the world coming to a standstill, as I stand in the rain, dont know which way to go. It gets even harder. I don't know what to do, or what to say. I feel death, his arms wide open, calling for me. Each step I take, I feel myself inching closer, so close that I wished it would all end now. I recalled the times we spent together, and every second of it, my heart aches that little more. Your voice still rings in my head, all that you said, still ringing in my head. Like at the back of the hallway, I remember you called out to me. Now as I return, I still hear it. You will never be the person you used to be. Never. You try and make it all up now. But you know it will still be imperfect. I'm so lost baby. I can never imagine us this way. And you know I still love you like I always did. With no regards to whatever you say, I'll be loving you.


♥