Jan. 30, 2004 @ 11:48 a.m.

Well I woke up today, rolled out of my bed, with the sounds of your voice still ringing my head. The shape of your body still imprinted there on my bed. The smell of your hair still faintly fumigating away on the edges of my pillow. Nothing was said as we tucked ourselves into my bed but by morning, I’ve begun to miss you already. Every time we say good night, I start to wonder if it’ll be for the last time...