tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9151893693851326852011-12-11T16:30:45.859+08:00at some point, you have to make a decision. boundaries don’t keep other people out. they fence you in. life is messy. that’s how we’re made.Putri Maddenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15294566098932308760noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-915189369385132685.post-40057131272056323832011-06-05T22:26:00.002+08:002011-06-05T22:27:56.014+08:00<div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"><em style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;">What you don’t know is that as I woke up that morning,&nbsp;</em><em style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;">rubbed the sleep from my eyes and lifted my head off the pillow..&nbsp;</em><em style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;">it was your name that was whispered in that pregnant pause,&nbsp;</em><em style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;">it was you that made me check my phone,&nbsp;</em><em style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;">it was your number I was looking for in the calls list,&nbsp;</em><em style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;">it was you that I was expecting to call and ask</em></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"><em style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;">“What happened here?”</em></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"><em style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;">But it wasn’t, and it won’t be,&nbsp;</em><em style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;">Because I got even,&nbsp;</em><em style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;">and now neither one of us can bear to be close.</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/915189369385132685-4005713127205632383?l=nystreetchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Putri Maddenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15294566098932308760noreply@blogger.com