lunes, 28 de septiembre de 2009

I’m sorry, babe, there’s some things I have to say. I’ve only got a few moments left. I’m sorry for all the things I’ll never give you. I’ll never buy you another meatball-sub with extra sauce; that was a big one. I’ll never make you smile. I just wanted us to be old together, just two old farts laughing at each other as our bodies fell apart. Together at the end, at that lake in your painting…that was our heaven, see. And there’s lot of things to miss…books, naps, kisses, and fights…gawd, we had some great ones…thank you for those. Thank you for every kindness. Thank you for our children, for the first time I saw them. Thank you for being someone I was always proud to be with. For your guts, for your sweetness, for how you looked, for how I always wanted to touch you. You were my life. I apologize for every time I failed you, especially this one.

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