oh, i already miss you singing like this overthephone.

Tuesday, Aug. 20, 2002 | 9:19 p.m.

always i am crying. leave in ten days, what do you expect? four days in a row. but he is there to wipe away my tears, to pull my head up under his chin and hold me tight, to say, "shh, it's going to be okay."

but i leave soon, i argue, and what if i come home and you don't like me anymore?

nothing's going to change when you go away, okay? it's going to be all right. everything's going to be all right.

and last night he showed a chick flick for me, he even stayed late and came down to watch it with me. he is the nicest boy ever.

he says i'm being very silly today. he says don't worry. it's going to be okay.

go on drone