Wednesday, July 27, 2011

I can be your Penelope, but I choose not to wait. I’ll wither away, but no, I won’t wait. Waiting is an excuse to believe in something you’re not even sure of. What is it with waiting that even I, who doesn’t want to, would choose to? Maybe I will wait for death, but no, I wouldn’t wait for you. I’ll disappear with the wind along with your memories of me. I care not if you forget me, still I wouldn’t wait for you.a

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