i don't know which is funnier: the fact that they're all going around in circles as to who you really are... or the fact that I can't wax poetic about you fully because they might focus their lenses on you instead of the one they're hovering on now.

i miss you heaps.

that's the closest to a rhyme i can muster.

love ya.

err...

miss ya.



sheesh...  can i just hug you, kiss you, go all diabetic on you?

you make me oh so squiggly, squishy, and oh-so-corny.

but i love every bit of it.

and i love every bit of you.


miss you.