keep this secret, that portia writes here.
frequently? varibly, clumsily.
it's not a task, or a mission of refinement, really.
it might not even be, for a certain somebody.
and another thing, to a degree,
she writes like it's espionage, decipherable only maybe.
though written sincerely, dont believe,
anything you read, completely.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
dont hold back, because all you end up holding is regret.
i still love you, a year and three months later.
your friend helped me get out of the snow one day. when i got stuck, all I could do was panic and wished that I could just dial you for help..falsely pretending we'll be right where we once were.
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