17 September 2005 - Paragraph 5

Do you remember what you said to me before? Things that I let hurt me. Things that I let touch me. I do not know what it was all about. It happened and past me by. You must be sleeping by now. It is 2.49 am. Can you imagine that I am thinking about you? Maybe we know less than we think. There should be more to life than we obsess ourselves with.