Thursday, August 27, 2009

I wish my mouth made words as well as my fingers do.

One day, I won’t be so inarticulate and awkward. One day it will go the way I want, and not the way I expect. One day, somehow, the stars will align or lights will shine or some other cosmic happening will cause my heart to know a different ending. One day, the bitter tang of disappointment will be complemented by the sweet, sweet flavor of reciprocity. One day.

But it's still today.

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