Monday, August 11, 2003
Sometimes I think Reality plays jokes on me. All these things he says...are they real? Or am I simply having an imaginary conversation with myself? An imaginary conversation with a figment of my imagination that says things I never knew I wanted to hear. I'm scared I'm going to wake up to find out it was just a dream and that the truth is he never really existed. I know he exists though, but why is he saying these things to me? No one ever says such sweet things to me. What if he wakes up and realizes what he thought was me was only a figment of his imagination and that all he's left with is the real me...Reality. Maybe I'll get lucky though and he won't wake up and realize I'm just ordinary. Maybe he'll keep on saying these sweet things to me. Maybe he'll continue to make me feel special. Maybe he actually does see me, and he really thinks all these things he's saying...
Maybe.
♥Oh, so vintage... 11:14 PM