i parted my hair to the left today, i usually do it to the right. is that what caused him to bring me dasies? probably not.
i am finding it increasingly difficult to be just a friend these days... could it be because i'm so darn gorgeous... (well okay, probably not...) so it must be by the way i act. perhaps my idea of love, my knowing that i love everyone, loving them for what they provide in my life, perhaps that is all mis-read by those around me. for love is one of those words, isn't it? the kind of word that's over-used, worn out, and can still mean a thousand things to a thousand people... maybe someday someone will understand what it means to me.