Dear Seth,

I don't know how much more I can take. I woke up this morning in terrible pain all over, I still have it. Probably should go to the hospital but I don't know what they are going to be able to do for me. Are they just going to poke me some more and examine my body parts just to tell me that I'm fine? Look I'm not, something is seriously wrong and I just don't know anymore. I traveled all the way to Baltimore to see if someone could help. Instead all I did was wait for over 8 hours. Blah enough whining.

For the two hours I did sleep it was beautiful. Seeing your face turn towards me, away from the computer in a dimly lit room, was heaven. And visualizing you in a black leather jacket took my breath away. God I was so close I could see your sandy blond hair, even put my fingers through it if I so desired, but I didn't. I didn't want you to be tainted by me, I wanted you to stay the perfect person you are. It looked like you just had a hair cut. Looked great on you. The smell I felt came from you still lingers in my nostrils if I take a deep enough breath in.

If nothing more thank you for letting me dream of you. It gets me through the roughest days. And I don't think that today is going to be so peachey.

Right now I'm listening to Ray Lamontagne. He's amazing. Take a listen to him, you'll be surprised. He's a lot like Elliot Smith. And yeah I sneaked on your last fm profile. You know that was bound to happen. Here is my favorite song from him. Let It Be Me.

p.s. I love you