I want to love you, but not really.
I want to give you everything, but not really.
When I hear your voice, I feel so good, but not really.
When I hear you smile at the other end of the world, I feel whole, but not really.
I'm not capable of giving you much.
I can give you a moment in time, but that's it.
Nothing consistent.
I'm not able and neither are you.
We're screwed.
Moving the blog
17 years ago
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