Oh, it's that time again. No matter what I'm doing, that name keeps racing around and around in my head: in math class, while polishing choreography, cleaning my room, everything I've done today. What I would give to hear his voice, or even read words that he typed.
You know that you've become really good friends with someone when you ache for them. It's so hard having the person who somehow knows you the best and who you're closest to live too far away to see everyday, or even once a week.
And so my wish tonight: for him to be happy, and to somehow be able to hear his voice.
My other wish: to have someone write that scholarship essay for me because I have absolutely no ideas whatsoever. :P