You looked so pretty. I wonder if you'll stay that way.


It's not that I don't want to see you anymore... it's just that my pride won't let me.

You're too close to her, and that in itself hurts me.

Why, just today I saw this one girl who looked just like her. Funny isn't it? How life throws the things that hurt you the most in front of your face more often than you can even breathe?

Good night. I need to rest.

Maybe tonight is the night when I finally stop dreaming of her.