oh, i already miss you singing like this overthephone.

Saturday, Aug. 03, 2002 | 9:53 a.m.

they say a watched pot never boils. and that's why those four months had to go the way they did. so that these two months could be as beautiful as they have been.

i want to write you a song.

and i don't understand why you refresh me. you kill my sleeping habits. i wake up in the middle of the night and my mind is racing with thoughts and memories of you.

will i ever be able to convey this to you? will you ever know the extent of my gratitude?

and baby. parents just don't understand.

but i want you to know. you could even hold my hand if you would like to.

go on drone