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Jun. 1st, 2004 08:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
plumtreeblossomDavid B... thank you for what you just said to me at Scrawl. It made me weep; I'm weeping now.
I wish, I wish... that you could feel how much those few little words mean, how the sentiment affects me, again. I wish our circumstances, your circumstances, were different. I wish we'd known each other twenty years ago instead of just these past six; wish we'd known each other back when things might have... might have been. There's a certain spot on the Park Street platform that will never be the same. Every time I walk through that enchanted spot, I remember.
You won't see this, because you don't know I have this journal -- none of the Scrawlers do. Maybe some day I'll show you. Maybe circumstances won't always be as they are.
For now, my quiet thanks sent to the sky for you.
I wish, I wish... that you could feel how much those few little words mean, how the sentiment affects me, again. I wish our circumstances, your circumstances, were different. I wish we'd known each other twenty years ago instead of just these past six; wish we'd known each other back when things might have... might have been. There's a certain spot on the Park Street platform that will never be the same. Every time I walk through that enchanted spot, I remember.
You won't see this, because you don't know I have this journal -- none of the Scrawlers do. Maybe some day I'll show you. Maybe circumstances won't always be as they are.
For now, my quiet thanks sent to the sky for you.