"You never know how much you love something until it's gone". Not quite true with me, but I never thought I'd miss you this much. I never thought I'd ache this sorely, and you've ony just left. The rain falling on all sides of me is the perfect setting for my bleakness. It's just like in a movie. As my heart falls with the rain I look at the illuminated puddles of light coming from the street lamps with drizzle rippling through like heat waves, and where once I saw a desperately romantic landscape now I see an exaggeration of this damp hollowness I'm feeling. Right now more than anything I want to crawl into bed, open the covers enought for you to slip in with me, and fall asleep covered in the sound of rainfall and cicadas, wrapped in the scent of your hair, and comforted by the warmth of the covers and your body. What can I say? I miss you. I'll miss you alot. For now I'll have to make do with my guitar and memories, when I get your e-mail address I'll send this to you instead of leaving it out for everyone. I wish you were here.
So yesterday I found out something awful and it was bugging me the whole day because I couldn't tell anyone. I felt bad because I was feeling anxious and mixed up and took some of it out on other people. I'm sorry. I wasn't in the mood for what everyone was doing, and I probably should have just stayed home to save everyone from myself. Sorry Tracy.
