2005-02-27 O 7:45 p.m.

It's strange now. So quiet. Without you here. It feels so empty. You took up more than a bedroom. You took up my thoughts, my dreams, my words, my time, all of my actions. Just sitting and talking to you was so much more fun than anything else I've ever done with a guy. What is it about you that makes me so nervous? What is it that makes me want to impress you? What is it about you that's making me absolutely crazy?