Sunday, August 20, 2006
struck by the dart of love
Dearest,
Please, please don't be so depressed -- We'll meet soon, and then these lonesome days will be over -- and until we are, I am loving, loving every tiny minute of the day and night -- Maybe you won't understand this, but sometimes when I miss you most, it's hardest to write -- and you always know when I make myself -- Just the ache of it all -- and I can't tell you. If we were together, you'd feel how strong it is -- Those dear, dear little fusses, when I always tried so hard to make you smile, kiss and forget --Don't don't ever think of the things you can't give me -- You've trusted me with the dearest heart of all -- and it's so damn much more than anybody else in all the world has ever had --I was delivered to you -- to be worn -- I want you to wear me, like a watch -- charm or a button -- to the world.
-grace-
7:05 PM
