Thursday, March 24, 2005
to see you when i wake up is a gift i didnt think could be real. to know that you feel the same as i do is a three-fold utopian dream. you do something to me that i cant explain. so would i be out of line if i said i miss you. i see your picture, i smell your skin on the empty pillow, next to mine. you have only been gone only ten days but already im wasting away. i know ill see you again whether far or soon. but i need you to know that i care and i miss you.