slideshow

every night i lay in my bed with pictures, memories running through my head.  projected like a slideshow in my mind.

often, like other youth, or those young lovers at heart, i see that one person. you.

am i perfect? no.

but i. unlike the world, will always remind you that you are my world.

sometimes i look at the stars and wonder are we alone. as a kid i used to think i was puppet in a large play controlled by other puppets.  but my strings are always blue. because my mom told me i was special.

i keep forgetting to tell her she is my hero. remember singing me to sleep? or when you took my door down? probably reminded you and dad of your drinking days.

i kissed her.

not my mom, that one remember?

im glad to be in the comfort of my warm bed it was cold tonight. i forgot to tell you im sorry. you didnt believe me when i told you i wasnt perfect.

i need to remember to tell you thank you.

dad remember when you said you love me? it meant the most on the field in front of everyone.

ill never forget that.

grandpa does he remember fishing? laughing at how fat i was?

if your not being made fun of your not loved.  atleast thats what they said when you signed into the family.

i asked you if you trusted me. i dont think you do as much as i want but i can dream.

but i try.  is try a failure word?

i saw you happy tonight. that made the past 446 nights worth it.  but i fell in love hundreds of nights before.  but like other nights. ill see the slideshow of memories.