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a> {I love you.
Easier said than done.
I do, though; with every muscle (including the obvious one),
Every fibre of my being
And soul.}
He hasn’t a clue that his look
Oh, that look.
It kills me.
{I’ve always loved you.
Ever since times when you’d tease me about things forgotten
And I’d cry
Into my pillow.}
Couldn’t he understand I feel so much so strong so always
Feel?

A less than perfect friendship never was enough for me
I must now find some comfort in the words he’ll never see.
031028
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neesh il me semble que tu doives aller au sparklearium, et te trouver des hope_sparkles. et il faut que tu te souviennes que les epreuves partiront, que rien ne change jamais.

je dois aller chez le medecin maintenant (rien grave...(on peut le dire en francais?)), mais je t'appellerai ce soir.
031029
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neesh oh dear, looks like my french is deteriorating over this holiday. back from the hospital now, and off for a driving lesson. i feel ill (are hospitals meant to have that effect?). i'll get some rest and call you soon.

and i don't really do small talk.

hope you're ok.
031029
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a> te regard avec un grand sourie...merci mille-fois 031029
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a> zut! le typo infernal!
*sourire*
031029
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unhinged je_voudrais_tu 031029