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Sunday, November 19, 2006

*melts.

To see you when I wake up
Is a gift I didn't think could be real
To know that you feel the same
As I do, is a three-fold eutopian dream
You do something to me
That I can't 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 that is mine
You have only been gone three days
But already I am wasting away
I know I'll see you again
Whether far or soon
But I need you to know, that I care
And I miss you.
OH MY GOSH, i nearly flew.
I heart u, baby.
MUAX.