12/21/08
the pages i scrap in my notebook:

Zero,
I can't even begin to describe how much I'm going to miss you while I'm gone.
Even though it's summer there, without you I'll be so cold.

sick of sappy poetry.
tired of trying to type.

the days that i don't see you are wasted.
every kiss is something new . . i long to tast it.
my days have been reduced,
to simply passing time between moments with you. 3

though he's far away...
no.
i need you near...
nope.
she woke up, eyes filled with tears...
ick.
i can't write.
write what you feel darnit!
ok.
i miss you more than ever
when i cannot feel your touch
but when you tell me that you miss me too
it comforts me so much.

-sunshine