Wednesday, Jun. 02, 2004 | 10:49 AM

�in the conversations that kept me sane throughout the night, you came up a lot (not surprisingly since you�re involved in all the important aspects of my life). It again occurred to me how great you are and how blessed I feel being with you. It's as if meeting you enveloped me in some epic dream where all your and my internal battles are destined to be fought and, eventually won. I love you a lot. You're brilliant, vibrant, fun, wonderfully cultured, stimulating, sexy, compassionate, understanding, and wise...

God I love him. I love that he writes me things like that, and I love that we both think the other person is the greatest person on the planet. We have a world that is just the two of us where no one can follow. He makes me so happy and yet challenges me so much. He is a gift from God.

I had a dream last night (and my dreams have grown more and more accurate) that we were on some kind of tour�it wasn�t with the Silver Lining. Matt was doing a side project�a blues band. Beck was there. This was a few years down the road. And I wasn�t performing. I was standing backstage watching Matt and his band set up and in my arms I had a toddler�a little boy. He was a chubby little thing with huge brown eyes and curly blond hair. And this was of course my and Matt�s child. And I was very very happy in this dream. Blissful, I think would be the right word.

We�re going to buy a house and have babies and make beautiful rock n� roll music together for the rest of our lives. And he�ll write stories and I�ll act in plays and we�ll dream big and do humanitarian work and all sorts of other wonderful things.

We are a fucking powerhouse team. Honestly, I don�t think there�s a better couple in the whole world than the two of us.

I can�t believe we found each other. I�m off the market forever.