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Weekend
Sunday. 11.12.06 12:09 am
*Sigh* Another weekend seems to have come and went. I hung out with my friends a lot these past few days. I will admit....I did have fun. I always do. My friends are the best. However, this weekend marks a very important point in my life. I realized this weekend how much I miss Christine....I mean truly miss her. All of those times in the past I could fully enjoy myself....and come home to her call. Now...there is just emptyness. I realize some people may think it's just because I don't have a girlfriend to talk to.....well that isn't the case at all. It's not that I don't have a girlfriend. It's that I don't have Christine. She was my life....and no matter how much time passes...I will always be thinking about her. The fact that we are still friends makes me happy......but it's just not the same. I want to be the one she says good night to. I want to be the one who wakes up with her in my arms. I want to be her everything.....the way she is for me. (I'm sorry Christine if this upsets you.....I just need to type my feelings somewhere)
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You are whipped boy! hee hee :)
» kkama67 on 2006-11-12 07:31:33

i whipped no one.
» GooseGirl on 2006-11-12 10:45:15

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