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January 01, 2003 // 11:37 p.m. // Most definitely
My favorite monologue at the moment. Maybe because it seems to fit me right now. For the less vague and definitive summary of why, contact me. Oh. And the remodeling of the page will have to wait until later. "She told me once that sometimes when she was with me, she could feel my happiness drain out of me. It was true, since she could destroy me by answering the phone. The irony is that she loved me. That's what I couldn't leave alone. (Pleading.) "How much?" (Desperate.) "How much?" I needed the answer constantly, not just once, not just with the touch of her hand, not in the morning over coffee with a look, but during her excursions into her own life, which I knew nourished her love for me..."