on 2004-11-17 @ 8:56 p.m.
You are always, always, always on my mind. God, I can't help it. You're like the plague, a good plague. One that I need and crave. One I take to like a gull takes to the wind. I'm listening to The Shins. Can you tell? If I could kiss your lips, then, I think, I might forget about everything. Nothing else at that moment would matter. At all.
Nothing would matter at all. Except you.
I only see you in a crowd. It sounds overused and contrived, but it's true. I always, always, always only see you.
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