letters to him are my outlet; letters from him are my lifeline.

when the music fades to a dull hum &your whispers can't reach my ears, then i cry.

then i scream and no one can hear me. then i raise my eyes to the sky and pray that God will take this pain away. [by bringing you to me.]

i'm not picky, really. i just want you &a marraige &a happy life. that's all; i swear it.

missing him in the morning, but traipsing on through the day. [this is much too hard.]