Jun 09, 2006 13:24
I want to spend every waking minute of my life holding her.
This segment stuff isn't cutting it. It's so hard to go to my room and think, "she was in here."
I hate thinking, "I was holding you just a few hours ago."
I hate when the countdown is unknown and at its longest point.
I love you, Denise.
I miss you so much, Denise. We'll have July, I hope.
Best 10 days of my life... for now.
P.S. The End.