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Sun, May. 14th, 2006, 01:40 pm
Crooked Teeth...

I'm sleeping with him but dreaming of you. It didn't seem like a dream and I woke up happy, the weight of your arm on my hip. My back to you, I smiled. I don't even know your name, and already I love you more than him. I rolled over and he opened his eyes in the most seductive way and smiled at me but I suddenly felt like I fell of the high cliff of an Ecstasy binge. I thought of you the whole time I walked to work, and then promised myself that this would be the last dream of you, but I sat down and here you are, right in front of me. You asked how I was and all I could do was smile, the words would only come out as a croak, followed shortly by a sob and tears. So I try hard to swallow and breath through my mouth and not look at you, but its hard because you have the most beautiful eyes and it hurts because I know they will never really look at me.

So I'm concentrating on my screen and work and anything but you.