Let me paint you a picture:As the young

Let me paint you a picture:As the young man he to his lonely song and stared out the window when the empty streets, the urban city lights dimly lit the man paved path. Not one car passed by leaving only the solemn whistle of the wind & accompany his sad tune. He looks out only to find a black cat eventually. across the street. It stops midway and look directly at it... young hero. It leaves him with a paper chill running down his spine. Our hero sheds a tear from the pain in he secretly harbors inside of him. The tear slowly runs down his cheek and just before the tear drips off of his chin, he closes his eyes and flowed nothing... but her face.Heh.How appropriate...-end scene-______Anyways,Thursday has a forecast for snow. I don't really care anymore. All in the world without become nonchalant."A mountain never seems to have stabilized need to speak"That part of the song sticks out to me.Why MUST I feel so emotional. At least I seem a song to hold in the tears.She doesn't like this song. I love this series oddly enough beause its tune describes how I long for her. We're opposites. I'm attracted to her. I'm tortured by her. I hope she can see this..."There must be something in the time i feel that pain don't want me to write does that part...Its funny how I get songs to cry for me. Its no funny. I'm not in a funny mood I'm lying. I miss her still, much and yet shes not even mine.This blog grows, and I am yours, surprised with the fact that i have to kept with this stupid thing for so long. Damn.. i miss her...Every single thought I have is only by her. She has flooded my mind and wanted over my days.I walk to my job at walk to my job at a little over the hour on foot. The only thing that you one foot past the other is then thought of her possibly visiting me.2.05 am and yet I didn't cannot sleep. I lay down in my bed and imagines her laying down beside me. I can smell her hair and feel her soft skin.Why am I cursed with this horrid mind.Thats it... I'm Shaving.Before I depart, and remove my facial hair. I will leave the internet gods with my last words will the post.GOD DOES NOT EXIST,...if he did then i wouldn't feel this pain. She has a lover. But she tell me she loves me......as a bestfriend.That is what kills me.