2/14/96

Call me a fool

Call me pathetic. Call me a fool. Call me a lovesick adolescent. I'm going to stand out here on my soapbox and use this web page as my mountain. And I'm going to do it until I get an acknowledgement from Her. You could call it rain. I want to feel it. It has already washed away my sorrow and taken away my pain, but that's not enough for me. I WANT MORE. And if it takes forever, that's the time I'll spend. She has taken the time to tell me and the rest of the world how She feels, and I intend to return the favor.

Long ago, when all that She represents for me turned the other way and said "Goodbye", I vowed to get my revenge. That is, until everything I loved returned, and the dark clouds made themselves clear in a perfect sky. The promise was fulfilled, and my anger ended. Love is the only thing that can exist, and I never want it to go away. But what if it's just my imagination running away with me?

I'm gonna stand out here on the mountain top until I can feel it again. And know with certainty that it is real. And if I have to wait forever, then that's how long I'll wait. I'll wait for you to call my name. Rain.