I've written you, I never have wrote for you,
is it for the fact that we had some of the best
times I have ever had with anyone else?
I mean, `cept for Jill, but I was young,
and I've moved on since then.
I still miss our good times,
and despise our brattyness.
But I normally spend most of my time
writing about relations that were not meant to be.
I've tormented myself, and those close to me,
that still do love me. For they care duplicitously.
I do hope you are great, actually, amazing!
Sometimes, when I'm really honest with myself,
I can actualize my vision of us - the retired couple,
went through wrought and visceral animosity,
to reach what
we have, but, as much as I know that you can not
be fine with me,
I can not forse being happy with the mediocrity
that I've accessed your life to be.
But if I close my eyes, as I am doing right now,
I do miss you, and fall is not the same
without you.
I hope you are well, I hope you are amazing.
-Sean
