I shouldn't complain, yesterday was one of the best days I've had. I just wish she was here. I just want to see her, while I can still see her eyes in the moonlight, and taste her breath in my memory. In seven thousand two hundred minutes it wont be the same. I want her here with me, where I can show her off, and feel her close. Where she and I can create a scandal, or just be close. I want her close, not thirty miles away, where thinking about her makes my hands quiver, and talking to her just makes me want her here, seven thousand two hundred times more. She says goodbye with a kiss, seven thousand two hundred and one. She's so gorgeous, and so perfect, and I am so alone. Seven thousand two hundred and two. I never really liked maddox anyway. I want her here with me, and my parents will let me go down there two weeks in a row. I want to hear her voice, to see her eyes, and even losing is winning. seven thousand two hundred and three. I just want to see her again, and in a week I will have forgotten how wonderful the pond was, how perfect, che marevligiosa. seven thousand two hundred and four.