I've lived to bury my desires,
And see my dreams corrode with rust;
Now all that's left are fruitless fires
That burn my empty heart to dust

And we're back where we started.

Sitting here every night waiting for the sacred email to come through. I love him so much, but I don't know if this is worth it.

I really don't.

And on the plus side James is now single. I could still have a professor... :)

Nah, I wouldn't touch James after Mary had her grubbly whiny little hands all over him. He's spoiled goods :)