I miss him. I hate him. I love him. Im angry with him. I worry about him. I think about him alot. I wish i could help him. I was happy with him.

Its probably hard to believe one person could feel all this emotions at the same time when thinking about someone. But i do.

I loved him then and i love him now. He was the only one i was ever always truly happy with, I didnt feel lonely with him. I always felt loved. I always felt appriciated. I think about him all the time, I miss him alot and i also hate him at the same time for how he hurt me, and himself. I would have gone anywhere for him and done anything and i can honestly say he woud have done the same for me. I wonder if he still thinks about me…. i wonder all the time if he thinks about what i showed him. I wonder if he thinks about what i told him? I hope he remember's…

I feel sad that i have changed my life and he is still out there ducking and diving, stealing and skiving, dealing and using and trying to survive.

I opened my heart, my home and my life and let him in all the way. Why did this have to happen when it did.

If its meant to be one day the world will bring us back together, untill then all i can do is hope and wish he is safe & happy, and when he decides to help himself i just pray he will remember.

We whispered late into the night. We held each other tight, We talked about our fears,we cried happy and sad tear's. He changed my life,and told me one day i would be his beautiful wife. I loved him every day and i want him back to stay.