What more can I say to you?
I love you
I miss you
I wish you were here.
Please come home.
Repeat.
I love you
I miss you
I wish you were here.
Please come home.
Repeat.
I love you
I miss you
I wish you were here.
Please come home.
Repeat.
I love you
I miss you
I wish you were here.
Please come home.
Repeat.
It becomes a broken record after a while.
I love you
I miss you
I wish you were here.
Please come home.
Repeat.
I love you
I miss you
I wish you were here.
Please come home.
Repeat.
I love you
I miss you
I wish you were here.
Please come home.
Repeat.
I love you
I miss you
I wish you were here.
Please come home.
Repeat.
That's why I stopped writing to babybear.
I love you
I miss you
I wish you were here.
Please come home.
Repeat.
I love you
I miss you
I wish you were here.
Please come home.
Repeat.
I love you
I miss you
I wish you were here.
Please come home.
Repeat.
I love you
I miss you
I wish you were here.
Please come home.
Repeat.
What's going to happen when I run out of memories to talk about?
I love you
I miss you
I wish you were here.
Please come home.
Repeat.
I love you
I miss you
I wish you were here.
Please come home.
Repeat.
I love you
I miss you
I wish you were here.
Please come home.
Repeat.
I love you
I miss you
I wish you were here.
Please come home.
Repeat.
... in the face of cancer, we are learning to live one bear hug at a time ...
2 comments:
You won't run out. Keep talking about them. Talk about ones you've already talked about.
whatever you have to do to keep going on to the next day...
We are here.
I agree...whatever gets you through the day to get to the next..talk about it.
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