Posted by AdaGrace on October 5, 2005, at 9:32:54
In reply to Re: The Ache of Longing Unrequited » AdaGrace, posted by Bobby on October 4, 2005, at 21:01:35
I am holding those icy fingers in my own firm grip. Refusing to let go, denying time's healing. No matter what we say or do, there is nothing like the feeling of wallowing in self pity, and yet, I find comfort in it. Comfort in familiarity. Letting go, I cannot. I refuse to move forward. I am afraid of not caring anymore. I'm cold enough as it is.
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