If only I could tell everyone about last night.
How great It felt , how nice It was.
I've been through my share of guys.
I want one.
Not two, not three. One.
All you know who all my entries are about.
Practically every single one, but I don't care.
Hanging out with you, being with you, talking to you,
It's great. And I miss all of It. Every single part of you, I miss you.