March 2005 |
If you were here I promise I wouldnt be annoyed when you call me. I would care more about spending time with you than with friends. I would try harder to make you proud of me. I would help you out more. I would take your advice more. I would never take you for granted. I would be a hugger. Sometimes I ache to feel your arms around me.
I dont remember your smell anymore. I can still remember the sound of your voice, especially your singing. I dont know enough about your life when you were young. I can still remember almost every moment of your last days...even though i want to forget. I dont know if you were proud of me. I do know that you loved me and I desperately miss your love.