February 2012
I can't help to think
From the second I woke up this morning, it was like a blow to the chest. All I have been able to think about is last valentines day. I remember stepping out of the shower, to see you sitting on my bed with flowers, chocolate, and a bear. My mom had let you in without me knowing and she made us breakfast. You drove me to school, kissed me goodbye, and were back at 11:30 to take me to lunch. It was...