August 27th 2001
I'm in the hospital had a wreck. The last thing I saw and felt was his big arms holding me close. He smelt so good, like oak wood fire. And his body was so warm on the windy day. I wish he would've just made out with me right then on the spot. In the hospital he was next to me he seemed so worried. He might actually have feelings for me. I wonder what we willl name our kids. Ahh I'm getting ahead of myself. We would probably have the cutest kids. And the compliments he was giving me. I felt so loved, but I also want more than love. I want him to love me badly, roughly with no remorse. What if he doesn't like my kinks. Well I should go home i hate the smell of hospitals.