I HATE YOU. OK I love you and worship at your feet, but I hate you. I NEED
MORE damn it. You can't just leave them there like that knowing that they
love and need each other, a memory at the tip of the mind, a passion
without
name and form. AHAHAHHAHAHAHHHAHAHHAH Damn it, you can't make me suffer all
weekend worrying that they will never kiss again. Never wake up next to
each
other. I HATE YOU for being such a kick ass writer that I now have to spend
the whole weekend hoping Monday when I come back to work there is more in
the box form you.