|I'll be your dream; I'll be your wish; I'll be your fantasy. I'll be your hope; I'll be your lov
||[Jun. 6th, 2006|07:00 pm]
Sans Sam's standard sesquipedalians:|
I'm leaving for California tomorrow morning.
I'm leaving my heart in Brookline.
I left her with a ring.
I hope she remembers me.
I'll be back in two years.
[In retrospect, I should never have spent money jewelry. Oops.]