Jun 30, 2005 06:48
Day dreaming about you was
almost the death of me.
The sun the water the breeze
were all things that reminded
me of you.
When three dolphins wanted to play
with me I wished so bad that you
could have been there to see how
beautiful it was.
For the next thirteen days I can't
talk to you. I just think about you
until I drift off to sleep.
Waiting is going to be the death of me.
I'm never too asleep to talk to you if you
want to talk. I will always long for a good
conversation. It has been a really long
time.
I'm missing you already
zach