pls don't tell me that I am indulged in self-delusion because I am afraid to say that it is true. I was browsing through the compilations of wilsons prom pics...I can't help but feel a massive pound of colour drained from my face when I glanced at our pics together at the beach. Mostly impromtu. Just pple with cam snapping shots away at us furiously. I know I am going to miss him. Why must he get a job back home? Why must he go home? At the trip he told me that he hasn't decided if he was going to stay or not. But now? Looks like his future is there. Staring back at his face. At my face. my crushes are always so bleak. Later. pple ard.