I wish I held your hand more and listened when you complained about the silliest things.

I wish I held on to your arm tighter and maybe you would have stayed, I look for you in the places you would never be. Maybe you believe that would be the last place I checked.

Your name in my journal has smeared from my tears. that sweater you gave me is always, always near. Our picture is always in my hand and our memories always in my mind. I swear I would pay my soul to have your heart here.. with me.. where it belongs...