it had started to rain, but we didnt care
every word that was spoken held onto the air
i love to stare at you and then have you catch me and look into my eyes. it feels nice. i wanted to kiss you when we were in the hay and then again on the slide but i couldn't. i wanted to tell you how cute you looked and how much i wanted you to talk to me. but i couldn't do that either. i want to hang out again. and talk and stare more. ok?

< 7:36 p.m. on 2002-06-06 >