I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days

Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on

Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting

The pen must be
 mightier than the sword
 For there is nothing that
 will spill your guts faster
 than a bit of ink that says


You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things

Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant

I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time