The last...

I wish there was something I could do but I can’t, I pray you could feel a lot better but I doubt my prayers are heard, I wish I could see you and possibly make things better for you but I can’t and I wish there was anything other than tomorrow I could promise you but I just...

Going to bed knowing that you could be hurting deeper inside, knowing that your smile might be weighing on strains, pain and knowing that your bright sunlight is clouded by your tribulations cuts me inside; never anticipated that I’d care so much about you, and I never anticipated I’d ever vow to love you irregardless of your past. Trying to give you a better future because both our pasts are damaged and we both deserve better.

“You can tell me anything and I’ll be your pillow to cry on”

“Text me when you get there...”