At the beginning of the summer your dad picked you...
And you left...

Four years was a long time to suffer and man-
I suffered...

It’s only December;
And June is six and a half months away...

Sunday night was hectic for me-
I was moody and upset...

It still hurts sometimes.
And sometimes it hurts so god damn bad that all I...

I fear for the day when I no longer see the good...
Or even in myself...

I forgot how much I love the sound of your voice;
And when I seen you the other night it filled me...

I take a hit of my lit cigarette
And look around me...

When I say you are appreciated;
Those words run so much...

If you asked me why I love him-
I’d tell you it’s because he’s just simply...

Passionate.
That's the only word that at this...

"I love you" are the words you whispered...
Tender, soft, and full of emotion...