Did you ever realize that the more you want to feel something, anything strongly, the harder it is to feel anything? And the stronger you long to feel a certain way, the weaker the feeling is...

I forget who said it on here, but "She says I am strong. But she makes me weak."

If I love you's and biten lips that taste of tears, and anguished eyes pleading for forgiveness could fix broken hearts, well...you and I my dear, we'd be living happily ever after by now...

Tonight, I am wishing for the comfort of southern heat. I want to see my family down in California, in a small town where green is only a color you see on cars and not in trees that sourround you. I want to adventure in the oppresive heat, just to feel the relief of stepping into an air conditioned house.

I want to sit on street corners and kiss my lover while playing my guitar like I used to...oh so many years ago. Back before I knew pain and heartache. When the surprise of a first love caught me in it's grasp and refused to let me go.

But I got over her. And then over her and then onto you...You. Whom I cannot seem to get off my mind for mere minutes, much less get over you...

I miss sunshine. The warm kind. The sunshine of May, June, July, even August. Even though that 8th month always felt like a ticking clock. So many days until you have to return to your life.

But tonight...As I lay in my empty bed, wishing it was you I held instead of myself...Maybe you'll be thinking about me too...