Love, Lust Or Reality. The touch. That one that you read about it in books. We felt it. Words can't express what it was like. How it makes you feel. How it makes you think or not think. All I know is that I want more.

Emotions. Don't know what to do. Don't know how to think, Act, Feel.. All I want is you. But I know I can't have you yet. And it's knowing that you felt it too in the car. It's knowing that you feel the same way I feel. And it's knowing that I can't have you yet. I long for your touch. That simple, pure touch. A touch that no one else would have felt.. Except for us. Because we both felt it. And because you brought it up, is why I still have hope.

Notice Today I relized.. That whatever we "had" is done. And my hope is lost. The times we spent together won't be the same the same any more. We will become like to parrelle lines. Never to touch, feel, cuddle, kiss.. Again. And the hardest thing of all.. Is that I thought we would actually become, something more...

Writers Block. Sometimes I just stare at the paper. Knowing that I have so many ideas, that are about to burst. But they won't come out straight or right. It's like a jumble of everything I'm feeling in my head. But it just can't come out. Wondering if I just continue to stare, if my pencil will take over for me. So my brain has a rest. So I have a rest. So I can just write.