Dear Debbie,

I think I might have that fear of being alone, with the neede to fill that

void constantly. I haven't be single more than a month in the past 3 1/2

years. As I typed that it really struck me, 1277.5 days, 30660 hours,

1839600 minutes, 110376000 seconds I've spent in the arms of someone for

my own comfort. Because I've wanted someone that badly I never really

cared how good of a person they were, because I didn't need them for that.

Living within the second, for that day. Why when I write emails to you I

think about myself and end up write awesome entries based around our

emails?

thanks kiddo,

- Cowboy Dan -