By z Date: 28 December 1997
trying to make this pillow next to me feel like you as much as I wrap my arms, my legs around, to pull it tightly to me... all i can think is, "being without you stinks" and punch this pillow that's supposed to be you i can't wait til you come home so i can kiss it and make it feel better always dedicated to j, i know you're only gone for a week. but god, it feels like forever.