i may be a complete sucker for you...
i cant listen to these songs without wanting to melt all over this chair and seep into the hardwood floors, thru the concrete foundation, into the earth...
sir, you are complicating my much needed efforts in photoshop. im spending my friday nite making a template for this diary, not phased that its friday...just waiting for saturday to arrive...its all that matters to me at the moment. you. i miss you quite more than you kno.
god, your lovely lovely voice...i wish you were singing to me. i wish you were sitting in front of me, your hands a melody of acoustic guitar or piano strings......
i love you, mr winterleaf.
wheres the point in holding my tongue?
if i could only say this to you...i would feel much better.
(thats not to say it wouldnt be perfectly easy. ive almost slipped a few too many times...)
sigh. one day, ill kno just how many freckles you have, and where. and when you're not around, ill be able to sit and dream of you, counting each one into a peaceful bliss......
7:56 pm - 02.26.10
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