It's 04:12 AM, and I'm still awake. I know you'ld want me to go to bed and you'ld probably be quite upset about me staying up like I have these passed months. I guess it doesn't matter anymore though.

I can't sleep because whenever I don't do anything that activates me, that keeps me occupied I think of you. I think of you because I miss you, and because I feel that I'm losing my grip on the memories. I barely even remember your voice anymore and it scars me deeply that it is that way.

I wanted to have you attend my graduation. We were supposed to go to England, remember? However, it won't really matter anymore. Writing things like this fill no function and you won't ever know how I feel.

I miss you and I love you. Words too few were spoken upon your swift departure.

A son left in grief and sorrow and yours truly, father.

Annons

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PinkyPanda Tue 14 Jun 2011 11:46

moeb Tue 14 Jun 2011 04:35

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