Don't need no copy of vogue magazine. Don't need to dress like no beauty queen. High heels or sneakers, he don't give a damn. My baby loves me just the way that I am.

When I talk with him on the computer, I can't help but smile so much that my face hurts. The sound of his name is enough to make me giggle. He's in my thoughts so ofton, I can hardly concentrate. This must be love...

I long to feel his body next to mine. To hear his voice. To taste his lips. To see his every smile. I long to smell his cologne. I long to be with him. For ever. Like we were ment to be. The way we are in my dreams.

I feel so dirty when they start talking cute. I wanna tell him that I love him, but the point is probably mute.

One day I'll get to hear his voice, his breathing as I fall asleep. One day I'll get to hug him all night. But for now I'll play the song that reminds me of him over and over, while I hug my pillow. We'll make it one day. Just wait

What do you do when you love someone, and they love you. When you both know you are ment for each other. When the one person is the only one that can make the other happy...but fates against you? Is it worth keeping hope for?

I've been waiting for a time, regardless of our distance. And our hope, grows greater. Trapped by pretty eyes and letters; for a time. It's the only thing that I've been waiting for.

I'm trying to keep it together, but I'm falling apart.

Baby please. I only think of you...

If you think you're lonely now...