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Saturday, November 10, 2007, 11:27 PM
My red heart is blue, because I'm missing you. Every day, I think about you,and I imagine how great every hour, every minute, and every second would be if you were here with me. Every night, when I lie in bed, I dream that you're beside me, holding me close to you. If you were, I'd whisper in your ear, how much I love you. Since you came into my life nothing has been the same. I've experienced love to its fullest, and I've tasted a beauty that never ends, because you're where my happiness begins. I'm incomplete without you, and I'll never stop loving you. You're the world to me, in brilliant colors. You're my best friend, a favorite song that will never end. And together is where we should be. For I yearn that you'll walk through the door and take this heartache away.


I'm sorry baby if I really made u mad. Honestly, my marbles are totally screwed without seeing you. I have even lost count of the number of days we haven't seen each other. It maybe a few weeks, but it feels like ages. Pls come soon, to repair my marbles..