Friday, October 21

*sad face* oh i see how it is, i come home and you stop writing? phooey. phooey i say!

Tuesday, October 11

something nice.

I dreamt about you today; and for once it was a good dream, not a bad one. I dreamt that we moved somewhere, somewhere very much like Las Vegas, and we went gambling and I stood behind you while you played and you kept winning and you told me I was your good luck charm. I would have liked to have seen what you did with the money, but someone rang the doorbell and woke me up :) I wish you had been there when I woke up but I know that I got to kiss you before you left for work so that's okay too :)

We forgot the camera again. *sad face* And we need to do research for online DVD rental. And what should we have for dinner? And are we going to be able to do Grim Fandango tonight? And don't let me forget the Daily Show's on tonight, and....

God, is it that obvious how happy I am to be home?


I love you.

Friday, October 7

holy crap, im coming home.

oh my god oh my god... i am so freaking excited. i just got back from steph's, we got the new ddr and have been playing it all night, and i just wanted to write and tell you HOLY CRAP, in 15 hours i will be at the airport, and in 27 hours i will be in your arms again..... AAAHHHHH!!!!

im so happy!

i love you!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, October 5

and when i tell you that i love you, oh, you're gonna say you love me too...

If I didn't think that were true, I would have ended this long before it ever got this far.

I love you, and just that, just knowing that you're out there somewhere and whatever you're doing, I love you, makes my life worthwhile. And while I don't mean to say that I live only for you--because surely we would get very boring if we only ever did that--I do mean that my life is richer, brighter, happier, with you in it. And I can't imagine it without you.


76 hours.

Tuesday, October 4

august 3 2005

Buona sera-
the night crawls on the back
of a venetian sunset,
slivers of blue passing into black,
white stars shattering the sky;
a blow to the heart
like the patter of rain
in the green-tinged canals.

looking out
over the rooftops--
the hum of life
vibrates against the terracotta shingles
narrow streets pushing the sound
up, up, the murmur of laughter
and clanking forks
echoing from the sidewalk
of a trattoria--
but high above this,
i wait on our balcony,
the city pouring forth
like wine from a carafe.

the lights of piazza s. marco
are bright enough only
for me to see your face,
half in shadow,
and to see that you are smiling.
a better city for lovers
has yet to exist.
this city, this square,
this little band playing
"satin doll"-- all this
was made for you and i.
you smile; i hide behind
eight red and white roses.
here, i am always your girl.
venice keeps gliding by, like
an empty gondola in deserted canals.

Monday, October 3

a note

a quick reminder:

101 hours until i leave. 111 hours until i see you again and about 114 hours until you're deep inside of me, making me moan your name...


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