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here comes the sun
Maybe he'd be a good friend or maybe he'd be more than just a good friend. Or maybe he'll fade away like the summer wind. The boy is all I can talk fondly of now.

I like the fact that he tries to talk, to fill up the silence. Then when there is silence, the silence seems securing, like it's ok if we just don't ramble on about useless junk.

Plus I think it's cool how he seems to steal me away from other people.

But you know what? I'm just probably making a big deal out of this. It's a little girlie crush, an infatuation.
10.21.2003.tuesday