Xanga sucks!!!

I am in constant need of healing.

The other night, two friends laid on two couches and watched Mr. & Mrs. Smith.  Then during the movie she got up and walked over to were I lay.  And she laid down in front of me, facing me.  It's been so long.  And she looked deeply into my soul with her pretty eyes.  It's been so long.  And she took my arm and put it around her.  It's been so long.  And she put her arm around me.  It's been so long.  And I broke.  It's been so long since I've felt that touch.  And laying here, she's not who I wanted.  And images of what it would be like to be with her flash through my mind.  She's not who I wanted.  And what it would be like to marry her.  She's not who I wanted.  And what it would be like to have children with her.  She's not who I wanted.  And it could be alright.  She's not who I wanted.  I could love her.  She's not who I wanted.  And treat her as a goddess.  She's not who I wanted.  I could fall in love with her.  She's not who wanted.  But laying here, nothing could tear her from my arms... because I'm breaking, tired of waiting...