its times like these that i wish i had a magic telephone. that way i could call you night and day, and talking poop all the time. i want you to remember that i love you. more than the moon. more than... a whole lot of things. it makes me unhappy to see you unhappy. so i'll tell you about a daydream i had. i won the lottery. it was ten million dollars, and it was mine to do whatever i pleased with it. so i said; 'screw this. lets go somewhere.' and then the rest of the day dream was you and i traveling places. eroupe, asia, africa, india and more places still. i probably won't win the lottery (considering i haven't ever bought a ticket), but i promise you. we will travel, and have an awesome time, and everything that is happening now will seem like a bad dream. i miss you so much it hurts at the bottom bit of my heart. lolove.
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