The pessimistic/realist/cynical me would say: "Its what you think you have right now."
The tad bit optimistic side of me says: "Maybe it is what you're denying yourself to believe."

*Nevertheless, you know I love you.
And for 8 years of the most blatant truth of any relationship, and still not have any good picture taken of us.
Honey, thanks for being 2 minutes away from me, for endless bitch sessions, for rock candies every trip back and cause anyways, you need my name as an excuse to get out of the house.

*I asked Hus to fix this pic, and he made you look prettier. Puki.
And last but not least, Cherish Lee I fucking miss your balls. Okay scratch that, cause that sounds absolutely grosteque and cause you dont actually have balls. Except for your voluptuous ........... =)
Thanks for being my friend . My Spaz.
I love you guys. Actually I love all of you people. And you smell like sex. (What the fuck is wrong with me?)