Opening this old tattered notebook and drowing in old emotions.

Can I ask you a question? Well I guess I didn't give you much of an option, but what if I'm scared? The idea of life ahead, the image is so daunting. All these thoughts overwhelming me. What if I don't want you to go? What if I can't go it alone? Would you stay, or let me wither away? Here's my body. It's yours to keep. While my soul rests, my body "sleeps". Keep this frail heart beating, there's little hope for it all. You said you'd give me the world, I'm sorry I never gave you the chance. You were too busy getting if gift wrapped To notice me writing my goodbye.

I loved you.