terça-feira, 5 de janeiro de 2010

Happy birthday my love.

You’d be 30 today, and I only wish I could spend this day with you, and only you. At least people will always remember you young and beautiful, what more can I say at a time like this? You have no idea how I miss you Lea. I just wish I could be there to give you some flowers, but in my life things never turn out the way I think they should, the way I expected, and for that I really am sorry. It hurts me to be here, away from the place you’ll always be, but presently things don’t hurt me anymore the way they used to. I don’t care anymore, I suppose. I just care about you, and miss you more each day.

I really love you.