I can't stand up here and tell you a story, but I can bring to the surface a conversation meant to stay between myself and you. It's seems like we've been through this time and time again, but it makes sense since I can look at the pendulums swaying like hips of a woman with curvature added to her body when it comes to a stop and there is no more click to it's predecessor toc. It is time to bring these words into inception with me knowing there is no deception of me sharing this connection that I have with you. You've gained a trust of a lost soul waiting to be found. A lost soul, who needed comfort and a keeper who would be the equator to his heart showing him who he is. A lost soul in need of a father, because his wasn't there to play catch in a field instead he would be happy behind bars or in the streets getting money to share with those who weren't his, yet have 3 kids who he did not make his priority making this lost soul wonder what it is to be a man. Because he had no guide to show him right from wrong, but you shown him how to love and gave him comfort over the years where all he needed was another lost soul with a life like his yet different in the mass of issues surfaced by the tensions which lacked a description in the beginning. But to him, it was okay, for he knew one day you would soon sprout too. He would make it his duty to know you better than he could ever imagine. He had hope, and had different intention now then he did then. And all he wants to say now is a nice little thank you, and he loves his forever best friend.