Dec. 14, 2003 @ 9:10 p.m.

I wanted to tell you. I tried to configure the words in my head before my mouth found it necessary to expand but once again, it just didn’t happen. I wanted to tell you that you look so beautiful. I wanted to tell you, that I miss you. Wanted to say how my heart feels like dancing with yours, under the whispering goodbye autumn sky, as we mistake planes for stars in twirls of unreality. These stars, colliding with the falling snow that settles onto your hair, nose and eyelashes. It’s all I can do to resist the urge to brush it off, touching your hair, looking at your eyes while I tell you how I feel. All I can do to make the most of what I can, because only if these things couldn’t be so rare. Tonight I will continue to wonder, continue to dream, as my body curls and fits into the little indention of a single body, spaced dead center on the lonely bed of rubber nails and broken dreams.