Thursday, Aug. 01, 2002 | 5:02 p.m.
go ahead. tell me my love handles are lovely. say i'm shaped like a cello. and when you whisper i love you in my ear i'll get goosebumps all over, and then you'll pull me close and tell me you love the way i fit.
and i nearly died when you breathed
God, you're beautiful. you're so perfect. it's not fair. it's just not fair.
all i want to do is write about you. because when i'm not with you, you're all i think about. always i am anticipating you. always i am missing you. always i am.