birkens baby got fo me.


nd bookout, st bookin. went beach rd earli in da morn to get baby's army stuffs, head'd dwn to town to get birkens fo myself; frm baby. bahaaaa. he claims tt its a heartache to him.. bt i don care. hehhhh. n ltr, rush'd bac to his plce to chng n diner wif his famm agn. steamboat, dinner was early bcus darlg's gotta b back in camp ard seven odds. finali, bk in. da day was spent wisely, none non alive. we feet soo much tt darlg's complain'n of da walks n marches in camp, n nw, he's doin it dur'n his bkout days. haa. i scorn his complaints at da moment, nw i miss 'em. no, or shld i put it dis way, i miss him.

da last goodbye wasn as bad compar'd to da st.
i treasurd da last sight of him, it was precious.
another seven days to go. i'm stil waitn.

she assur'd him dat shes gonna b fine.
its crackn insida her. shes lubugrious.
shes lika girl whom adord his love so much dat she wants evry piece of him.
she knows, now. she've finally found da one.
da one, whom she'l nvr wana live without.
nvr ever.

i cant pretnd dat im aslp, whn my tears fall frm my eyes.