To see you when I wake up Is a gift I didn't think could be real. To know that you feel the same as I do Is a three-fold, Utopian dream. You do something to me that I can't explain. So would I be out of line if I said "I miss you"? I see your picture. I smell your skin on The empty pillow next to mine. You have only been gone ten days, But already I'm wasting away. I know I'll see you again Whether far or soon. But I need you to know that I care, And I miss you.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

I keep running into this girl, Sansa.

She's like, really nice, and really pretty, and she blushes all the time.

I think she hates me. And today she had to bandage me up because I was all busted after a run in with Zor's dad...

I kind of like her, but I swear she hates me.

Now I should probably go find Zorak... He'll be mad, I think.

Posted by Lucas Wylder at 8:05 PM 8 .spoke.

8 Comments:

We girls are tricky things. Normally when we blush, dear, it means we're either embarrassed because the guy is right, or because we think the guy is cute.

*ruffle*

By  Nadia Ravenswick, at May 24, 2007 at 8:35 AM  

Tricky? *scoff*

There is no more simpleminded creature in all creation.

By  Zillah, at May 25, 2007 at 3:04 AM  

I can think of one.

A male. A male when around a woman with either a very tight shirt on, tight jeans, or a nice and cozy corset.

Mmh, cleavage.

By  Nadia Ravenswick, at May 25, 2007 at 6:40 AM  

gross

By  M.S, at May 26, 2007 at 11:11 AM  

my mom has told me that girls are bad news just avoid them.

By  M.S, at May 26, 2007 at 11:12 AM  

But Sansa seems so nice though.

By  Lucas Wylder, at May 26, 2007 at 11:49 AM  

We're not bad news! ...Really! We're not!

By  Nadia Ravenswick, at May 27, 2007 at 1:14 AM  

I don't really know any girls except for one, and she sort of scared me.

By  Nineveh, at May 27, 2007 at 5:06 AM  

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