...You Are My Sunshine...

*Sigh* No one makes me feel as good as she does. We've both come to agree that three weeks is far, far too long to wait. We are never, ever doing that again... Not 'til the summer at least. I don't even have the energy to write anymore, because now I feel contented and sleepy and I have the light that I need. She's going out tomorrow, going with him, and she knows how much I hate that, how painful it is for me... But she does everything, everything she can, to make me feel better, and she does, she really does, because I know that, while they have fun, while they enjoy each other's company, her and I... Nothing can compare to us, the perfection that we have. And his advantage lies in the fact that he can see her so much more than me... But my advantage lies in the fact that we are so perfect. The time we spend apart, hell. The time we are together, bliss. So much, the memories that I have don't seem real, they can't be real, I can't have been that happy... But they are, because she has the same ones. We really do love each other that much.

She is my sunshine, my only sunshine; she makes me happy when skies are grey... You'll never know dear, how much I love you; nothing will take my sunshine away. I love you more than anything Jillian.