Aug 14, 2006 00:52
Hello my sweet.
It's August. School approaches.
My summer's been great. Work, play, kids.
But like many nights and days, my mind wanders back to you. Senior year, my sweet, senior year.
I never imagined ever having to lose anyone, or having to grieve.
Sometimes I think I'm being silly. I mean, we've survived 8 school months without you, right? What difference does 10 more make?
It makes a lifetime of a difference.
Where will our hope, assurance, encouragement come from? Your memory? I DONT WANT A MEMORY.
this time, this place
misused, mistakes
too long, too late
who was i to make you wait
just one chance
just one breath
just in case there's just one left
cause you know, you know, you know
that i love you
i have loved you all along
and i miss you
far away for far too long
i keep dreaming you'll be with me
and you'll never go
stop breathing if
i don't see you anymore.
our friendship may not have run as deep as other's and yours
but i'm glad it ran deep enough for me to never forget.
this year's for you, isuto.