I remember when I first saw him
how excited I was,
to have someone to take care of
and to love me like no one else does,
I could never wait to be at home
to hang out with my one true friend,
hes the only one I could talk to
and I thought we'd be friends to the end,
months had passed and years had gone by
and still we played stupid games,
we would always be the best of friends
even though our language wasn't the same,
he couldn't help but love me more
until the day he died,
that's why when I think of him
I can't help but cry,
he will always be there for me
my very favorite gift,
the one I always wanted
the one ill always miss
the one I think about when ever i am blue
and somehow shows me,
theres always happier things to do
