Hi. I like you. I want to kiss your face and make you feel like you're important.
Because you are.
I confessed to her. And she invited me to go together to the fireworks festival next month.
I know you prefer girls with long hair, so guess what I did?
I cut my hair because I like short hair.
Three years ago, on this day, my wife passed away from cancer. She was my everything, as cliched as that sounds. I swear that ever since she's been gone the light doesn't shine quite as bright. I woke up early and walked the couple blocks down to the local park. Her favorite bench is still there under the massive oak, and she would have loved knowing that a family of blue jays has taken up residence there. I sat alone on that bench with my eyes closed tight feeling the sunlight beat down for I don't know how long. Just remembering; grasping at the slowly disappearing threads of that ringing laugh of hers. God her laugh, I miss it so much. She'd laugh at my jokes that even I knew were bad, she always said it was because of the way I would deliver them. These days I still don't know how to start smiling, let alone make jokes. I don't know. I just spend most days lost in myself and felt like I had to tell someone today. I miss you Terra.