Index - Profile - Archives - Notes - DiaryLand - Random ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 138 The next time I say I hate you, I mean that I hate 900 miles. The next time I say this is hard, I mean that 900 miles is hard. The next time I say I�m frustrated, I mean that I�m frustrated with 900 miles. . . . Somehow, for no reason at all, or for a very specific reason, I smile because of you. Right now, I�m smiling. When I slip into bed, I�ll smile. Getting into the shower tomorrow morning, I�m going to smile. And even when I get into work tomorrow, and I see it over and over, I�ll smile. I want to. Yes. . . . I�m doing it again 8:38 p.m. - 2002-12-19 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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