dear ivan, my love,
my weeks are long and stressful, from the school work to the after school running, from the late night rehearsals to the midnight assignments, from the sat's to the act's, from the prom dress shopping to the cabaret dress shopping, from the weekend choir concerts to sunday night's last minute essays...
but weeks like this, where i have no free time except when i lay down to fall asleep, is then, when all i can think of is us and how i wish it would all disappear and i could just simply be with you. because you look so beautiful sitting there waiting for me in that black sabbath t-shirt with your big round headphones and that stupid smile on your face when i finally show up.
"be with me forever, then after that you can be with anyone you want."
"just you again."
i miss you, elizabeth.
whoo got my second tattoo.