It's like all I ever do is wait alone, chase or run. That's it. Always. Is this what love is? Wait, chase, run? Chase, run, wait. Run, chase, wait. Wait, run, chase . . .
I just want to stand still  with  someone for a bit . . .without my running shoes. And without his. Everyone else seems to take a break once in awhile. I've been doing a marathon, with a few tiny pit stops for water, but I'm never completely stopped and the finish line seems way out of sight. 
I guess that's what you were . . .a pit stop. Just like the others.
So I guess I'll keep running. 
Man, I need some new shoes.
Friday, December 7, 2007
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