Unfinshed ---

There's no easy way to tell you this, though i've tried many times before. I just don't know how to get through to you i suppose. I wouldn't dare count how many times they've told me to give up and move on, but its what i've had my heart set on since i was in the 6th grade (old habits don't die hard hun). I think i hate reading the tiny excerpts about what a guy should do (you know those lame myspace bulletins) 1

I rarely sit on that spot on my couch anymore, i'm too afraid that the pleasant memories will seep through. I'll never forget the week before you left and we just hung out like old times. Watching random t.v and just being us. It was Tuesday i think and we were just watching random t.v. I was going through my pictures to add them to my phone (ha, remember you were deciding which ones you liked despite the fact that i completely hated them). You did the cutest thing you fell asleep with your head in my lap softly snoring but still you looked like an angel...2

I think that same day after you fell asleep and we wrestled around some more like little kids that i tossed you off of my seat (your seat) and placed me self so comfortably. We thumb wrestled our usual until it ended with your arm around me holding each of my hands in yours as if it was something we were used to. In that position i felt safe and secure like nthing could break me. I knew then and there that i should have told you what was really going on. But when i looked up at you with a the best expression on your face, I didn't wanna ruin the moment of your comfort. 3