She grew up without a dad. He died when she was two years old, and she still doesn’t know the details of his life. This has made her a searcher. A hunter.
She was the one I wanted to be with. She was the one I wanted to love forever. She was my friend. I never told her how special she was, how much I appreciated her.
I held her closely, just glad she was alive. She cried into my shirt, and I whispered sweet nothings to her until her ride came. Her step mother arrived 10 minutes later, followed by the friends who drove me. It hurt to see her go home, but I was glad she was alive.
If you asked her to tell the story, she would exaggerate it into something silly and less romantic. She would remember things oddly, and wasn’t sentimental. Years later, she and I would break up. She would lie to me, break my trust, betray me, and ultimately cheat on me. In the end, I wasn’t far enough along in my life for her needs.
Driving in your neighborhood once in a while I look for you I don’t know why years have passed since our last contact our last touch our last kiss It’s all crazy I am a light stalker I am a lunatic It’s time to move on I have tried… A dozen other girls but nothing…
thoughts you didn’t know you were capable of thinking
a heart you didn’t even know was capable of loving
It’s been a while since you’ve been gone Things just haven’t been the same, This just does not seem real, And who is there to blame? Do not question god, that’s what they say, But who can explain why they took my big brother away? I miss you so much; I have so much to…
Now that your kiss has faded away from my lips so sweet and slow I’ll take my heavy heart and try to carry on because without you true love I will never know