you know that hearing is voice is the only thing youve wanted to hear, and wanted to feel since the sun rose that morning. everyday you wait for the opportune moments to send him that message and wait for his reply. you know his schedule, and when hes going to send that message that reads: "hello, how are you feeling today beautiful?"

it breaks your heart to hear him cry, but you still stand by his side, to be his crutch, his shoulder to cry on. then you ponder...what does he really want? he tells you, but how much would he mean it if the circumstances were different? you cant wait to find out. you cant wait to see how hes going to treat you. she wont matter when youre there. you will be the one he sees, and the one he feels lost without when you depart, yet again.

you think about him constantly, and the images that appear in your head, are those of his face...so soft and angelic. it makes you smile. during the day you find yourself daydreaming of him there by yourside, the echo of his voice resides in the space between your ears. when you lay your head to rest at the end of the day, and close your eyes...your eyelids become a canvas. and painted on them is every memory you can endure. its like a never ending scrapbook painted in your memory, captured on this canvas. your smiles never subside, even in your dreams. its funny how, if nothing else, you just wish for him to be happy. because he deserves it. you could make him the happiest boy alive, you know you could. in the least, you can make him smile.

and because of that fact, you smile too.

[i cant wait till 032604]