you know ya can talk to me!!!!!!!

maybe my lady will still love after i loss the car but that if i get a job thing are not going the way they need to warried i mite in up on the street some day I STILL LOVE HER SO MUCH I HOPE SHE NO HOW MUCH I DO LOVE HER.

what can i say that would help i can yell but she cant hear me i can reach out but cant fill me only if she knew i was stell here to touch and here me say i love How do you talk and tuoch the one you love with out tuoching and talking to them ?only one more time thank she would know i am here but she cant see me and here me say i love you it know more i am just in the shadows i am lost with out her knowing the pain that i see. i am just a ghost that see what pain she in.

i wash i could start over and do it right life is not a do over love is not a game to play with life is not a game so there no do overs but with the right heart there is under standing's if there away to make thing better i would start all over again knowing what i know now it would be better

i hope my sweetheart under stands how much i love her awoke each morning and i fall in love with her all over again i like the way you smile i just would like to say i love you MY LOVE

hugs and kisses miss ya

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He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others--the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire

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Thank you so much for your friendship