Feb 06, 2005 17:16
Sara Burke,
If you live to be 100 years old, I want to live to be 100 years minus one day so I never have to live a day with out you.
I'm sorry I hurt you, and I'm sorry for the pain I caused.
You see my change, and we never heal.
I will live out the rest of my days, with you in my heart.
Forgive me, and I will die content.
Until then, I wait for your soft voice.
To speak to me, once more.
Not a poem, not a song.
Just a passing hello,
So I know you still recognize what we had.
Tazzi Skizzi, Mesa Butte and Arizona in Ms. Gilbert's 7th grade SS class.
Sitting in the first row on the bus singing Chrsitina Aguilera.
You guys owning 1/11 of me.
All the boyfriends, that day in 6th grade, you hid behind me and told me "I'd rather kiss a tree than him![Justin]"
Eating my lunch in Ms. Howell's Engineering class, omg her moustache...and Francine always brought Fruity Pebbles.
Roy. The bus monitor. She thought we were the devil.
Gahr, she was odd.
I pray to God that you read this, or hear of it.
Sara Burke, I never stopped loving you, even when I made you hate me because I was afraid of loving you.
Forever yours,
Joseph