May 26th, 2009

These are the times that I wish I could talk to you on a regular basis, let you know the right and wrong things to do. Carry me upon your shoulder and I'll whisper in your ear about this monstrosity of a person that continues to weigh you down. My heart says to let you go, that you know your limits, but there is no way for me to be completely sure of this. Since I cannot do this for you, I'll just have to sit back and wait as your future changes with every word you say to her and hope the syllables that escape your lips are the right ones.