august rippling.
Wednesday, Aug. 20, 2003
and no, i don't forget. and no his face hasn't left my mind, whether it was from the first moment i met him or that moment when i had to let him go, it slips over my eyes when i open them in the morning.but i learn to fall into that cloak when i step out of my room, and i acquiesce to standards of where and how i should be. i'm doing well at smiling at you all.
