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I believe in tragedy.
I'll never love you more than... 
17th-Nov-2007 12:42 pm
how easy would it be, drunk, to get to the phone and dial a number and tell him it's over? this is not even about me and christian anymore; how I had those perfect fantasies of us hanging out after he came back from tour and realising we're soulmates. going for photography-walks at 4am, watching the sun rise close to Prekestolen, waiting for the rain, going to the shows, going to the ocean.
it's about how I feel so wrong for this. like R is making me a dress which I already know won't fit but I'm doing nothing to prevent him from wasting time and money and raw material on it. and he's far and I don't feel the distance.
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