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Contributed by saskangel on Monday, 27th December 2004 @ 05:45:09 PM in AEST
Topic: LoveRemembered

In the middle of the night I sit alone in a dark room
Light coming from the computer screen I sit in front of.
I switch from staring at the keyboard to staring at the screen.
Thinking of why I did what I did, and why I lost you.
I start to think of memories from so long ago.
The kiss, the mall, my house, the phone and those awkward silences,
The most important though is the chats we had.
I go over them, reading them both aloud and in my mind,
Smiling, as my heart breaks from loving you so much.
Soon we lose contact, for a while my mind stores you in the back.
Then you come online, my heart starts to beat and I don’t know what to say.
Soon we are talking as we did before, flirting and the normal awkward silences.
But after 2 hours, you have to go, but it only felt like 5 minutes.
Everything went so fast. You don’t know when you will be online again.
We send each other internet kisses and hugs, say our goodbyes.
Then before you get off you tell me to e-mail you.
Three hours later, I cannot wait any longer,
I open up a new message. Start to type whatever comes out.
Like a kid at Christmas I am anxious to finish and send the message.
Finally I finished and I thought if I should send it. I clicked send.
My sent message was confirmed.
And everyday I check my mail to see if you have been online,
Because I am still waiting for your reply.

Copyright Â© saskangel ... [ 2004-12-27 17:45:09]
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by Dark_Oleander on Thursday, 24th March 2005 @ 06:46:09 PM AEST
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Sad....Why does it have to be that way?
Im sorry.

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