To Love's End.

8/9/2008
[ Conscience. ] -- Transcend.

Sometimes I dream about us, and all we do is lay down next to each other on an open green field with our arms and legs spread wide. Where all we talk about are the shapes we see in the sky, until I realize that I don't need to fly to get closer to heaven. I just have to look at my side. I turn to you, coming slowly closer, and as you notice me doing so..you do the same. Until our lips come close and we expect something from each other. A warm kiss, a silent stare...then three soft spoken words: I love you.

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ain't no sunshine.

Rest In Peace, Sarmad.

I feel terrible for not knowing you personally or at least knowing who you were before the accident. I heard you were a really great guy and had an amazing future ahead of you. I was never able to take note of who you were in my Human Development in the Arts class since there's about 100 of us. And I regret not being in those lectures where I heard you challenged our insane prof!

Although things were looking brighter with the warm weather, the theatre school will be gloomy for a while. My condolences go out to his family as well as the third year Acting class.

Sometimes I forget that things like this can happen at any time and any point of a person's life, no matter how young they are. I think that's one of my greatest fears.

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you're my best friend.

Color me blue, I'm lost in you.
- Hope

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