April 13, 98 Entry Six --      Goodnight
	I find my mind drifting, his image conjuring in front of me, waves upon my herat, come crashing. Luke warm under the sun, his eyes meet mine, and I am frozen speechless, with a soft "goodnight". All that is in me, has threaded into a few words, that burst and bloom with every heartbeat. I miss you.
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