A Texas girl trying to navigate the rough waters of love, life and relationships.
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Week on the edge
Dinner on the patio with a girlfriend. Time being filled, but still I think of him. I miss him. At least I am not acting out of control, and there have been less tears this week.
Look at this big-eyed fish swimming in the sea; How it dreams to be a bird swoop and diving through the breeze; So one day caught a big old wave up on to the beach; Now she’s dead you see beneath the sea is where a fish should be. (Dave Matthews Band)
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