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Tuesday, May 25, 2004

Do you have any idea how much I love you?
I love you, too.
Thank you.
For?
Everything. You are everything to me.
...
So how are you?
Awful. Thirteen hours of PreCal left. I'm lonely and I'm having doubts about surviving the last 19 days.
It's not that long.
It is without you.
I'd stay back for you.
I'd rather skip a grade. I just want to see you again.
I'll kidnap you then.
You wouldn't have to. I'd go.


Miles stopped by tonight. Turns out a kiss on the forehead is all I needed.

I'd stop the world for him.



ash @ 8:25 PM