damik's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I want him to be sure I look at that ring on my finger, and sometimes I want to cry. We've been through so many rough spots, that sometimes it feels like we're living on sandpaper, but that doesn't mean that I don't love him and he me. But it's a promise that's never been fulfilled, and I'm afraid it will never be. As the months go sneaking past to years, as the love songs remind me that if he truly wanted forever tomorrow wouldn't be soon enough, the ring taunts me. It reminds me that there was once he would take that vow, but that time has past, and he's not sure of me anymore. 10:03 p.m. - 05-26-02 -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I haven't cut myself in:
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