friends, friends.
it's important to have friends. i'm very happy around friends; shouldn't my beau be an even closer friend, thus?
we were friends but somehow lost that connection. i thought i had a wonderful thing: with him around i've eyes for nobody else and i've ears for nobody else. isn't that a wonderful thing to start with?
it's love, isn't it.
love makes fools out of me and you. love makes blind fools out of me and you.
sometimes i wish i were a wolf, for wolves mate for life and if one were to die (of thirst, hunger, whatnot) the other stays single for the rest of the way.
..other times i wish i were a mayfly, meant to be food for a bigger bug or a fifteen-second mate for another mayfly i'd never seen in my entire three-day life. then again, being a mayfly, i wouldn't have much preference, save that the other mayfly's got a woo-woo when i don't.
heh.
maybe mayflies have it better than us, eh? three days!
they've got to know what life's about, given only three days. just like how you'll only know life when you find out you've got cancer.
heh. cancer.
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