Friday, September 03, 2004

Isn't your birthday coming?

Wow. And in 11 days, it'll be like when we were partying in Zouk and 15 minutes before midnight, I brought you out by the river and wished you a happy birthday and gave you your present where you welled up with tears and helds me so tight.

Wow. And now I'm sitting here, knowing you're a stones throw away and yet we're galaxies away from where we were a year ago.

I'm so full of shit and I'm sorry you had to know that.


::me:: at 14:55