Mia Kirshner (miaxkirshner) wrote, @ 2003-08-17 18:29:00

Current mood:

anxious

:: I go to the fridge and pop open a beer:: I slam it to and a note falls to the ground. I lean over and pick it up gingerly.

I see the words remember me written on it. I remember our only night together and the promises I made to him. I kept them ... he was always in the back of my mind. I wonder if I was in his. I debate on calling STE to ask ... but STE is the one who warned me in the first place. ::I place the letter back on the fridge::

He'll be back soon. Will he even talk to me? I feel my heart beat faster. Is he still there is that why I didn't try harder? Or am I just fooling myself? Should I move on?

Of course Orlando's gone ... damn it. Tobey is always filming. Christain and I are never on at the same time and Love well her head is in the clouds.

Talking to Lace now about this ... besides she never met him. Mark what are you thinking?

:: goes out to the pool to drink another beer::

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