it's hard sometimes...like now, in quiet moments...i remember His voice, and His eyes, which were so unbelievably blue...i told Him they were like little blue Picassos...He always laughed at my lil jokes, haha... i don't know why love has to be so complicated. you know, other guys's voices, they're just voices, but your Master's voice (or in this case, potential Master) is like embedded in your psyche and you just have to wait for it to dissolve.

i hate that.

well, thank yoOo so much seriously. i appreciate it. i know my story is not unique, and mine is not the first heart broken in this crazy world.