in retrospect

i had to smile when i read the contents of the previous post. a knowing squeeze of a smile of one who knows far too well that the wise girl can never be me.

i cannot kiss without love, i cannot listen and not hope to believe, and why does anyone even have to leave? cant we all just get along, forever and ever, until death does us apart?

perhaps that is the song of a very unwise girl, but i think that when love finally finds the way to her, she will be a happier girl than the one who is wise.