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Apr. 10th, 2007 01:35 amI want to scream.
I can't belive it.
I miss him.
I dont want to see whats left.
Why can't I stop thinking about his hair, which he shaved off a year ago? He had this gorgeous tightly curled dirty blond hair down to his shoulders....
WTF will I say to the parents who know me as the ex girlfriend?
This is so wrong. He shouldnt be dead.
My father keeps on tellimg me that theres nothing to be done now, but what would I not give to go back to 4 years ago, just for a day, to stock up on memories.
I miss his scent.
I miss the machine oil stains on his right thumb that bever ever washed out.
I miss the crass sense of humour, the way he could explain physics to me so that I could understand, the way he called me on my bullshit.
At the risk of sounding like an arse , i miss his cock.
I am way too sober.
I can't belive it.
I miss him.
I dont want to see whats left.
Why can't I stop thinking about his hair, which he shaved off a year ago? He had this gorgeous tightly curled dirty blond hair down to his shoulders....
WTF will I say to the parents who know me as the ex girlfriend?
This is so wrong. He shouldnt be dead.
My father keeps on tellimg me that theres nothing to be done now, but what would I not give to go back to 4 years ago, just for a day, to stock up on memories.
I miss his scent.
I miss the machine oil stains on his right thumb that bever ever washed out.
I miss the crass sense of humour, the way he could explain physics to me so that I could understand, the way he called me on my bullshit.
At the risk of sounding like an arse , i miss his cock.
I am way too sober.
