“Best Friend” We have had some great times. There have been a lot of things that I appreciate you for. You used to always be here. Keeping my head held up high and doing everything you could to cheer me up when I’m having one of those days. You just knew what to tell me
Love is one of those things that is hard to come by. It takes us years to find someone who may actually be a willing candidate for love, but then it is either too good to be true, or so hard to keep together that you just give up. Some of us find love with
Dear Caleb, It looks like it’s going to rain today. If I close my eyes and breathe deep, the air almost smells the same as it did on that spring day eight years ago; back when I was young and foolish enough to think that my life could amount to something I could be content
I am searching. I am searching for someone, a companion. a friend. someone to confide in. Loneliness seems to have followed me for nearly years, and all i want is a friend. Day after day, poetry flows out of me, and the main underlying theme: my need for someone. I want someone who will: wake
I know that someday (soon I hope and pray), our hearts will find each other again. I’ve always felt so connected to you. Come back. I need you. I crave your touch, your smell, your everything. I’ll always be right here waiting for you my love.
I think I love you. It is really love or is it that you’re the first guy to treat me in such a manner? Or are you that attentive simply because being nice to your residents is part of your job? To think that when I first arrived on our floor I was hesitant to