Crying out of confusion
seems to be the thing for me recently, last evening being the most recent. Forbidden love, typical of soap operas. Hiding our feelings for one another from everyone else, lying to significant others, feeling powerless to find a solution, dreading goodbyes even though we will see each other again. But theres still a sense that it will work out, somehow.
( haylith has been gone a long, long time, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 4:59, Reply)