Dear Diary - She climbs the stairs and steps out of the doorway into the light... She is enveloped and embraced, held gently and caressed, by the warmth of the sunlight... She smiles and slips on her

"Number 30 - 11:55 pm, 2004/02/08" You were Just here And I Can still Feel The Emptiness In the Place Where You stood Like a Shadow Lingering Like the Scent of Perfume Or Simply the smell Of

Sunday, December 25, 2005, 7:56 PM Dear Diary - as if it wasn't enough to see good old Red Phone, it wasn't long before they were up to the old tricks - whispered conversations, secretive and passionate...