I just miss all the stupid little intimacies....

which is stupid, huh?

all the little things, which never happen anymore. And I still want them, which is even more stupid.

Just the innocent things, and the idiosynchrosies, (bleurgh - howe'er you spell it) all the little things. Most of them I found out about one night a long time ago.. but I still remember them. I shouldn't really. It doesn't help does it? If I were happier not knowing about them, maybe I'd wish.. Oh I don't know. I just wish I still had them.

When you used to look at me with your silly smug smile, when you used to....argh!!!! No this is fucking wrong!!!

Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending:

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