I should probably go to sleep. My best friend is sleeping and my eyes are closing but there is so much to write about you. We spoke for an hour today over the phone and let me tell you just how much I've missed your voice (a shitload) and perhaps we are going to prom together and perhaps I really haven't gotten over everything yet and perhaps it was all too wonderful to forget I hope I make a wonderful date so you do not forget. I also hope that perhaps I look beautiful in a taylor made dress I chose the color thinking about you, and I hope the corsage is also beautiful, but not as beautiful as the way your arms will hold me as we walk in the big palace (or house) will hold the party. Now I'm listening to a song that brings back so many memories, not of you, but of someone that hurt me so much and I am getting a bit emotional, you changed the broken part of me with your super glue and made me become a shield, which I think nobody really gets to do. My super glued heart thanks you, and my scarred wrists too.