Tuesday, November 30, 2004
I used to know every curve, every bit of you by heart.
I could hear your voice by thinking it.
I try to remember you saying things and I'm suddenly not so sure what you sound like.
Now I have to look at your pictures to remember.
The day can't come soon enough when all this will be over.
Lets laugh more together.
Lets make more images of us.
I want to remember you like I did before, like I just saw you five minutes ago.