october 2nd, 2001 / 2:23 a.m.

knowing that you are out there and exist and are probably thinking of me is enough to help me sleep at night. wishing you were here and not there, wishing you were with me is the only thought i can conjure at this late hour. how many times must i say "goodbye" before i can say "hello" and tell you to your face that you are beautiful.

you are my reason to get up in the morning, and not to go to bed at night. and i couldn't be any happier, now that you are in my life.

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