She tries to find the words, and a little smile twitches across her lips. Talking about it doesn't do much for not thinking about it either. But she needs to talk about it, she knows now.
"Meeting you in the woods. Wanting to meet you like that again. Knowing how angry you got the last time, understandably. Knowing I'll never have that chance again unless... Unless I change the circumstances."
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Date: 2009-04-20 12:12 am (UTC)"Meeting you in the woods. Wanting to meet you like that again. Knowing how angry you got the last time, understandably. Knowing I'll never have that chance again unless... Unless I change the circumstances."