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11.30.07 (10:55 am)   [edit]
My life in Catch and Release.
We were talking.  He was saying, "goodbye," but I could tell he was holding back.  "What's on your mind?" I ask with a reassuring smile.  Almost immediately, I wish I would have kept quiet.  I see what's coming.  He says how he loves me- that sort of thing.  My heart breaks a little.  "I'm sorry."  I do not feel the same way.  He's not that guy for me.  My mouth did not say any of that, but my eyes did, and he promptly stopped and turned away, hurt.  I hurt for him, but was hopeful that he would find that girl, one who fits better than me, as his journey continued.
This all happened in my dreams this morning.  The characters were all real people I know.  It was interesting in part because some events resemble reality, just not jumbled around a lil.  An implied part of the dream was the reason things wouldn't work with that guy was that they were working with another.  The scene in my dream almost looked exactly like one in Catch and Release, which I saw last night.  It is interesting to see how people deal with stress and love.
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