"I miss the days of old, thinking about you. You may be gone, but you're never over." - Marshall Mathers.
Three years later and it still feels like a dream. A foggy dream. Irritating foggy dream. Like I'll break for vac and see you. But you're in another world. I'm constantly reassured. I wonder about you. What you do. If anything. Is there college in heaven? Obviously Theology is a requisite MAJOR. Right?! Seeing anyone? What happens when you go to sleep, does He sing you lullaby? Do you have a curfew? You must get sad if you can't go to a gig. Hell, is there even such an emotion there?! Sadness. We carry it around. It's become a part of us. Is everyone up there? Even people from Cambodia??
So much happens, happened. I have to shut my eyes tighter than Asian eyes to see your face. I live in the hope of seeing you again. I guess. With everyday's close, I'm a day closer. Forever.
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