Before I leave I have something to say.. I Will always be thinking about you every single day. I will always remember you face and your smile... I wish that it would have been more than a while.. I will always remember our rainy days.. But we always knew how to make it OK. You would hold me in the park.. it was a little after dark.. You told me you were happy with me. I thought that you and me were always gonna be. I remember our long talks on the phone.. You always knew what to say when I felt so alone. I will always remember your tender, love, and care. But I'll never see it again.. because you don't want to be there.. I never knew what Love was until I met you. But then I realized what we had was never true. So what is love am I not suppose to feel this way? Am i just suppose to pretend and act like ever things OK?
