A poem.

If we're moving on, I pray when you wear the color yellow you think of me. When an idea completley outrageous and impossible crosses your mind, I hope you wonder if I am thinking the same thing. In boredom I hope my jokes still make you laugh. I hope that you miss me but not horribly. Enough that I am still there, still a part of you, because a part of your heart is a sacred place and a place I am proud to have called mine. So I hope that you miss me, because I, I feel homesick. But I've learned so much because you've taught me so much and the door to my house and to my heart is always open for you. When you are feeling low remember someone loves every inch of you even the worst of the worst parts. Remember the adventures and the times we sat on the couch because each meant something different. I pray that when you feel like you are not good enough you know someone knows that you are. Now numbers, they confuse but I know one thing about threes. From the holy trinity to the number you say brings you luck. Love doesn't happen only once these things repeat themselves if you let them, and I'll be here time and time and time again. So we are here, and if this is goodbye then goodbye but a green light on the shore is there to guide you back home. Life is a winding road and if I don't see you again on this one I'll be waiting for you on one called 1-27.

-J