Hey baby, it's me. Logan. I hijacked your livejournal--I hope you don't mind, I'm not reading anything, I know this is really, really private to you. But I remember, when you started using this online diary again after--you know, last spring, when you got home, how hard it hurt for you to see the last thing you had written. I bet it's part of your healing process to look at it, but I figured--if instead of seeing that right away, when you're not read? Instead you saw this? It might help.

I just wanted to say that I love you, my Mary Annie, with all of me. Even parts of me that I don't know, the parts that you believe in--my maturity and my potential and my growth, all of that stuff that you believe in. All of the good stuff that you bring out in me and make me a better person. But I love that you love all of my stupid parts and all of that, too. You love me when I'm stupid and when I'm smart and even when I'm all stinky after practice or a game. I love that you come to my home games and always find me and give me the biggest, brightest smiles: my favorite, best cheerleader.

Jesus Christ, do I love you. I love you, Mary Anne, I love everything about you, even when you scold and when you worry so hard I think you're losing calories. I love the way you look when you're studying, just so determined--I love you in a dress, with your legs just like whoa, I love love love love you in my shirts, my jersey? Damn, baby. But I love when you take them off and give them back and they smell like you, and when I put them on, I can smell you on me, and it's like little hugs, you know?

And I love making love to you--and I love just sleeping beside you, holding you. I love cuddling with you, I love tickling you! Even though you hit me to make me stop sometimes, you worm. I love holding your hand and tucking your hair back, I love your neck. Your neck is long and smooth, and I love kissing it. I love kissing you, all of your different kisses, the soft ones that last a second and the long ones that just make me need you that very second. And I love your smile, God! I love your smile! That smile made me fall in love with you on the spot. On the spot. No one else in the world has that smile, nobody else in the world makes me feel like I'm safe and at home when they smile. Nobody, Annie--Annie, I love your smile.

And you know what else? The Annie that wrote that entry from December 30th? I love her, too. I love my brilliant, creative, talented, loving Annie when she's that sad, too. I just love you. And I want you to read this as many times as you need. And when we fight--because we're gonna fight because, it sucks that we do, but we do, so--just know that I love you. You're gonna make it through.

Yours always, your Loesy.

Oh! I titled the journal, just like you like, with a song :)