*got this out of a magazine*

Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, totally worn out and proclaiming. "WOW, WHAT A RIDE!!".

Im not so sure its him that i miss, but its the man i wanted him to be.

I do not want to be your burden
I do not want to walk in front of or behind,
I would rather stand still and let you go,
if we cannot walk side by side.