Mar 30, 2006 16:04
I never have much to say anymore. I do, but I've kept it bottled inside.
For all of you who hurt, suffer, ache, and cry, I can only lend you my heart and my shoulders.
I watched another one of my friends drive away today, into the misty grey fog that covers the bluegrass. What does it all mean? Is seperation inevitable?
Do not think that I don't know and don't think I don't hate you for it.
I love you. I wish I could change the past, make the present better for you, and help you shape and reconstruct your future.
I am very sick. Nyquil is more prominent in my blood than red blood cells.
I'm going to be out of comission for awhile.
Remember, I will always love you.
For you:
“Friendship is a comforting smile, A familiar voice that warms the heart, and the freedom to be the person God intended.”
“Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies.”