Tuesday, October 9, 2007; 11:50 PM
How do you do it?
My knees turn to jelly
and I become entirely weak
Everytime you kiss me.
Everytime you look at me.
Is this what it feels like?
To be loved?

For the first time in my life I had somebody look after me while I was sick all night. And we slept with our fingers planted on each other's lips as we simultaneously fell asleep mid-kiss. I sat on my dryer and threw a tantrum as you showered and all you had to do to soothe me was lean over and kiss me.

And you'll never ever know all the many little ways I love you.

Hey you over there. I hate to see you leave. So don't.