okay, so theres no need to cry. Okay, so Bush won the election. Okay, so you still don't love me, and okay, maybe you just don't care. So maybe I'll learn to fly without those wings that you'd give me. And maybe my heart will mend from the love of another. But maybe, years later, I'll still be... grieving the loss of you. Grieving the loss of loving you. Grieving the loss of wanting you with me. Maybe, years later, I'll be in your arms. Maybe seems like a very long way off. bored Am i. bored I am. Am I bored. I am bored. grrr