1:14 in the morning right now...

I keep reading your blog so I feel like you're still here. I pretend you're writing just to me. Somehow, in some small, strange way, it makes me feel like there could possibly be someone out there who might love me as much as I love you. I wish I could call you, or you could call me, and we could just spend time together, being friends the way I thought we'd never be. I want that more than anything.