| everyday i get on the internet to see if he has been on, just to findout that he hasn't for two months. yet i still look just incase, thinking that maybe, just maybe he was on. i think out our conversations in my head before they even happen or if they even will happen. i long to hear his voice when he makes fun of me. i long to feel his touch when he passes by me to closely. i long to hear his toughts of what he thinks of me. i long for i him. |