I remember those times you'd pick up the phone and I can still hear your smile in your voice, "Is this Papaw's girl?" and sometimes I'd smile and confirm that it was. Other times I would say it wasn't me; it was the president or an actress or even nobody at all. And you'd laugh and play along; knowing that I'd picked up on your sense of humor after all. -a.b.d

I'm sorry, I'm sorry I can't say "I love you" as much as you'd probably like to hear it. I'm sorry, I can't express my feelings enough to let you know my feelings for you. I'm sorry. I'm just terrified of getting my heart broken again. -a.b.d

The first night you told me, all about your last failed suicide attempt. We cried, we kissed, I tried to help but you never truly got "better". But for someone fighting their own demons, you had no problem telling that boy that no one would miss him if he were gone. -a.b.d