I wonder if he thinks about me from time to time. Lord knows he frequently crosses my mind. I miss him... I shouldn't, but I do. What should have never been was, and I still wonder what more could have been.
Dear Melancholy, Why do you love me so much? It seems there isn’t a single part of my life, that you have not touched I don’t want you here, yet still you linger You’ve been a constant companion For as long as I can remember....