Why is it that no matter how big my problems are or my problems get,
nothing gives me more sadness or difficulty than not hearing from you,
not speaking to you, not being able to look at you?
From all the worries in the world why is your worry the greatest?
My world does revolve around you no matter how much i say it does't or no matter how much i pretend. During the long summer when i though i was fighting everyday and then when you came back and cared for me i thought my struggle was over.
But why do i feel that ever since our feeling came in the open it was not the end, just the beginning.
I guess that's what they mean when they say life is hard.
Just have to find the good in each day
the smile in  each day,
that even sorrows and difficulties should be embraced with happiness, contentedness.