I miss you so much sometimes it hits me like when you hear bad news.
not that your bad news, but its that powerful.
i can't wait to see you, and i'd never want you to feel inferior because your not, and
my god have i loved you with my whole heart.

i have no idea at all if you love me anymore.
i hope you do. i hope that all the time,
but either way i'll see you soon.

Damn you to hell, I'll always carry you around in my heart like the pocket of my jeans.
I hate loving that so much.