maybe it's just that french always does and always has made me think of him. i would like someone to write mushy french stuff to. that used to be him. i tried to get him to teach me french by mail after high school... and he wrote me mushy stuff that i had to get him to translate.

and... it's not that i don't love michael. that's not it at all. but there are some things in my life that i want to share, and i have no one to share it with. michael is a sweet guy, but he will never be interested in learning french. and i need to find someone else to talk to. or i need to convince michael to let me write to cory. in french. yeah. like that's going to happen.

so, tonight, i'm just kind of pensive. michael is sleeping, and i've been studying for class tomorrow.... and i'm bored... and i need to exercise and i really don't want to...

so i just let my mind wander, and this is where it landed.

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oh, yeah. i promised i would post the whole poem.

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fairy tales of knights and queens
things of starry-eyed little girl's dreams
tapestries on castle walls
where moonbemas play in cold stone halls