I miss when you would come home smelling like dirt and hard work.
I miss when you would pick me up and kiss me on the cheeck.
I miss you taking me to the hardware store, back then I hated going, but now it became a good memory.
I miss the long drives to Illinois to see my cousins, aunts and uncles, I miss them too.
I miss holding your big hand when we went places
I miss going into your room so i could curl up next to you and watch t.v. that was in spanish, even though I had no clue what was going on.
I miss having you around, I use to see you everyday of my life, and now I see you about twice a month.
I miss everything little thing about you.
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Abby....ive never read any of your stuff, but as one of your best friends i think ik u and how u proccess more than others...i swear to god this made me cry and im sorry u have to go through everything....dude huh im seriously balling my eyes out right now i dont even remember the last time i cried over a poem.....i cant change ur relationship between u n ur dad but i can say i understand ur difficulties between u guys....i mean he doesnt talk and when he does i find it hard to believe u feel like he wants u, but he loves you and so do i remember im always here for you! i love you...please lets hang out i dont want this friendship to be stalled anylonger its not the same without u now a days...we used to be best friends and hung out after school EVERYDAY and now look what happend. Lets hang soon:)
ReplyDeleteStay strong abby. This is a very depressing piece that you made. But also very good(:
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