I thought of you with love today, but that is nothing new. I thought about you yesterday, and days before that too. I think of you in silence. I often speak your name. All I have are memories, and your picture in a frame. Your memory is my keepsake, with which I'll never part. God has you in His keeping...I have you in my heart.
No one notices the pain I'm in. No one bothers to really ask if I'm ok. It's just "Are you ok?" 'Yeah, I'm fine.' "That's good" and they leave. Never "Are you ok?" 'Yeah I'm fine' "no tell me how you really are". Because that's a waste of time to them. [Please change description if you repin]