Thursday, June 19, 2008

Anna

I miss you. I miss your voice. It's been so long that I've started to forget what you sound like and it's tearing me apart inside. I miss our late night talks about nothing and everything. Some nights I wish that everything since that day was all just a long and horrible dream and that I would wake up in a world where you're still with us. So far, the dream continues and I'm still missing you.