Every night I go to bed, I think of you and tears fill my eyes,
\"Why?\" Why I ask Do I still care.
We will separate in high school anyways.
Night is the wost part of my day.
I hope and Pray that you will call on one of these rainy nights and say ,\\\" I love you I wish I was there with you.\"
Just like you used too.
As I write it rains when I think of you it lighting\'s,
Maybe its a sign.
Ether way your my first love that makes me feel this way.
