Feb. 26/12
I look at your photograph everyday
Memories haunt me every which way

Hang gliding through the air is like falling with you

'What hurts me is all the things I'm ready for now, but now it's too late for.'

'If I could tell you anything, it's be the smile that you bring and the things you do to me how they steam through me, it's be about the happiness you are to me!'

I love him, but I sometimes I hardly miss him.

Maybe my loves, are the ones that never really had a chance

"I want more then anything for him to be happy and I think that's what hurts me the most sometimes, is that I couldn't make him happy!"

What hurt me is he says there's no chance he'll ever feel that way again. What hurts me is all the things I;ve ready for now, it's too late for.

It's like you held so many hopes on your shoulders, and you could carry them lightly like a feather, but now they have all been knocked away, and all that's lost, you've gained a thousand pounds to lug around

I'm happy when his happy. I'M HAPPY WHEN HE'S HAPPY WITH ME!