tomorrow is another day
4:53 a.m. & 2007-03-04

It's 4:53 a.m. and I'm sitting in my bed crying over one look that made me fall in love.

I'm sitting in bed and crying over things that simply can not be. I'm crying because one week ago, it wasn't this complicated. All it took was one look among a crowd of hundreds and poof! there it was.

How do I know this is real and not merely a girlish fancy? Because I do not want it at all. I would give anything to be rid of this feeling.

In Gone With the Wind, Scarlett O'Hara frequently said, "I'll think about it tomorrow" about any negative thoughts she may have had. But how can I think of the future when these thoughts plague my present?

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