Feb. 26, 2006. I lost my daddy. 9 years but I'm still here, thinking about calling you up. But then I don't remember your number and then I remember you're gone. Elijah and Jazlyn would have adored you. I wish I could see your eyes light up at the sight of your grandchildren. I miss you.
I'm not perfect. I make mistakes. I have jealousy issues. And trust issues. I can be moody sometimes. But I promise you that if I say I love you, I mean it. I'm faithful, I'm loyal, and I will do everything I can to keep you. Don't confuse my caring for being controlling. Don't make me put in all the effort. Don't ignore me. Love me back like you mean it, or don't stay.