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Sunday, April 5, 2009
it's been so long.
it's almost a month now.and I swear, I'm amazed at how I'm handling this.You'll be proud of me.Read through all your letters and little IMs.it's as though you're still here.cause my heart is wherever you are.ironic how we're both feeling the same way, with no sense of interaction.with such strong bonds with the rest of the fam.there's no way, I could repay my gratitude to them boys and girl.to thank is nothing, to be there guarding your backs I'll assure fo'sure.to think of you every second, hurts.I miss you very much, so much that it's painful sometimes.This phase to end, will be the end of all hurt and pain.To start anew, and live life stronger.This time, together.All of us.
BreatheTheRhythm
