:: Electric Psychedelic Pussycat Swinger's Club ::

:: Friday, April 08, 2005 ::

about a girl


A very special girl. A girl whom I've had the fortune of knowing over the past year and a half. She is the embodiment of Cytherea. I think about her often, even though we are oceans away. And oftentimes I worry, Will time pass us by?

And it's moments like these when I think of her and wonder if she ever thinks of me. And with everything being so uncertain, I worry that all I'll ever be to her is a distant memory. A fond, and undeserving, memory.

Because the thing, the thing is, you see... I've never actually met her. An interesting ride to say the very least. But there's at least one advantage to that: blows are weaker from an ocean apart. You can't end up getting hurt if you've never even met that person. But what kind of a way would that be to live.

Now all the banter, all the dreaming, and all the wishing has finally reached its culmination in the talk of a rendezvous. It seems we're in too deep now. Gone is the safety net of the Pacific.

"And I guess I could run from my place in the sun.
She wouldn't let me, and I love her for that."

But there's a bond that we share. It will always be there.

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