Rendezvous
17 March 04 : 02.44 AM
Hanging out with Mirz this afternoon; it was as though we were mere twelve years old pretending to be in love, acting like we knew more than we should.
He said I haven't changed a single bit. He looks the same too. Except taller. Did he grow tanner? He talks the same.
I don't know what to write anymore. I don't know how to write about hurt.