...Maybe it was a llama...
i miss all the little things.
u.u
throwing paper in the air and running around to catch it.
drinking soda out of huge cups and spilling half of it.
sitting and doing nothing...together.
all of us walking together and ..just... being together.
i really miss it..
more then anything.
u.u
i hope one day i can go back.
but i know it's too late.
everything has fallen apart.
people have moved..or are moving.
and new people have come.
we all fell apart.
all i have are the broken pieces
and my memories.
it's somthing i wish for everyday.
no matter how much it hurts.
...Maybe it was a llama...
 Never Ask Dante · Thu Mar 01, 2007 @ 10:26pm · 1 Comments |
