With so many things going wrong in my life right now, I can't even begin to tell you how much I wish you would stay. There's not a smile, there's no life since you left. The wind just sweeps me through life as a leaf. Floating around without direction, I hear laughter, I hear voices and I hear joy, but I've become immune to it. As much as we had problems, I'd always thought we'd get through them, hand in hand.
That last look killed me, you didn't turn around after you left.
Please come back
