If only he could tell her,what she really meant to him,in every single way,cherishes the little things about her,and how he tries so hard,but can't never seem to get the thought of her to leave his mind,that every sad song forms a lump in his throat,that he thinks she's hilarious,freezes at the sight of her,see no point in staying when she's gone,smile at her name,wouldn't really jump in front of a train but would throw a grenade back at who ever who threw it call of duty style,thinks she's beautiful,inside and outside,actually takes time to pray for her,that he probably shouldn't be feeling like this,knows where he stands and understand how things are,doesn't always have this kinda courage,and that he probably grossed her out by now,and would give her a barf bag,or maybe two for good measure if eh could.,and that he's sorry for past wrongs,and for any future ones too.well...
he would.Every single day of his life....
he would.Every single day of his life....
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