Looking at his grave I stand weeping for him, mourning the loss of my best friend, my soulmate, the only person i have on this earth. As i held the dark red rose in my hand i wiped a hot tear from my face, anger and pain run rampid through my vains as i kneel down by his tombstone, i press my index and middle finger on my lips then touch the the
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I think its kinda like...Steve and i didn't talk for a really really realy long time (because of stupid rumors) So i kinda felt like he was dead...then we straightend everything out and i felt like it was a new him, The same Steve but better.
Another thing is, lately i've been having this really sad thought about Steve dying...think about it, there would be no one that understands me the way that he does, i would have no one to talk to about it.
But that was one of the only dreams that actually REALLY affected me, it made me really sad to think about it.
ah i'm dead tired, i love you rachie! See ya tomorrow at the butt crack a' dawn!
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