Your like an angel in my eyes, but really a human in discuise. You ut a smile apon my face even on the darkest days. Your ike a touch of heaven when I nee dit most. Talking about nothing is like talking about everything. Not through voice but though mind. You always seem to know when something is wrong or upsetting me. At anytime or at any given day of an entire week. Sure we have our ups and downs, but never once did we let things drown. I miss you when your not around but if anyone asks I will denye it. You always make me laugh, and never make me cry. You always seem content even if you rather not. I confide a lot into you because you have proved to be true. You mean so much to me, and its ashame I can't put the feelings into writing even when I pretend they aren' tthere they are and I hope you can feel them wherever you are.
By: Christina Sears
July 23, 2001
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