I’ve never been one to go through old pictures and videos.
For reminiscing on “what could have been.”
But tonight I am, and your voice is sending a cold chill down my spine.
And I can hear your laugh, echoing through out my resolve.
Boy, that fucking laugh.
I wish that I would have held you a little bit longer that last night we spent together.
I wish I would have taken the time to say “I love you” every time it crossed my mind.
I’m sorry that I waited for you to be gone, to openly say all of the things that I have felt, since that very first day that we sat together on my attic floor.
It’s crossing my head again.
so I’ll say it loudly.
I love you.
I hope you hear me.
No, I won’t be okay.
Not anytime soon.