Hey John. Sorry to bother you again. But I just can't get you out of my mind. I'm back on this website again.. And it made me think about you. And all the poems I used to send you, hoping you would see the meaning behind them. But you never did. You never really understood me. And I guess that's what I loved. I was like a mystery to you. I could tell you my life and you just wouldn't get it. I don't know why I loved that but I did. Well anyway.. Hi. I miss you so much. I miss your voice, your laughter, your smile. I miss the way you would sing to me, and I even miss how you would take forever to reply to me cause you were too busy playing Madden or at the gym. If I could, I would go back in time. Say different things, love you more. But you know. I'm a screw up. And all this is my fault..
