Wednesday, May 25, 2005

take me away to paradise...

I keep reading and re-reading your mail. Often times i wonder how you are, and if like me, you miss me like crazy, so crazy you wind up staring into space for a long period of time. It sucks, this time apart. Then again, I hate the idea of regret for either of us, especially if it's about us...

Bartender, another whiskey sour please.

1 comment:

post said...

meet you at the bar!

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