I always want to talk to you. No matter what time it is, where I am, or what I'm doing. I'd drop whatever I'm doing just to have a conversation with you. Why? Simply because I love talking to you. I love how we talk about the most random topics. I love how you know how to keep a conversation going. I love how we lose track of time. I know it sounds rather silly, but it's true. You're on my mind all the time. You're special to me, you're the one who I wouldn't mind losing sleep for; the only one who I can never get tired of talking to. I can't explain with just words how much you mean to me, but you're the one I'm afraid of losing and the one I want to keep in my life - FB.
It's been almost a month. I didn't know that Thursday would mark the end of our late night conversations. I miss you, i miss us a lot. Every day i claim that i'm fine and such but deep inside i'm really struggling. I really don't know where to move on. I don't know where to start. I'm so used to a life w/ you that now i don't know what to do. Sigh, off to private blog, x.