Monday, June 18, 2007 ;

I do not love thee and yet when thou art absent I am sad.whatever thou art does seems still well done to me.And often in my solitude I sigh that those I do not love are not more like thee.And often i catch others smiling as they pass because they see me gazing where thou art.
(i did not write this-.-)(jus how i feel sometimes=])

BANZAIBANZAIBANZAI at 5:36 AM