...be, be your love...

And all I have is your letter read
And I cannot get it outta my head
And I'm afraid
And I can't breathe
And I'm in love with you
But you are not with me
And I have put so much into a life
I made too much about you now to lie

There's a point when all you want out of life are chocolate strawberry crepes and cafe mochas with extra whipped cream. Tonight is one of those nights, and so we go, Meliss and I to get a chocolate fixin'.

There's a point when all you want to do is call someone (despite your self-made rules) and say "I'm thinking about you, everyday, thinking". And all the wonderings and desirings and frustratings and stomach clenchings that goes along with it. Running on "hot-boy-high" as Lizzy would say...