Kylie,
My baby, my sweetie, my honey, my boo.
These are all titles refer to you as.
I remember the first day I saw you.
The first day of school, our freshman year, that was the best and worst year of my life.
It was the best because I met you.
It was the worst because you left me.
September 11th, 2011.
The best day of my life.
I remember exaclty where we were, Mrs. Baker's fifth period Science.
We got parterned up for a experiment.
You were so delicate with the tools while I dug in.
After that week of the experiment, we started to talk.
You like most of the bands and interests that I like.
A few weeks I asked if you wanted to go out to the movies with me.
Of course you said yes.
And that was the beginning of us.
About more than a year later in May, we decided to... you know.
We were both each others firsts and, we loved every minute being with each other.
Two weeks after that we got in a huge argument ( I have no clue what over) and we broke up.
That was the worst day of my life.
I felt so depressed, so empty, so broken.
I immediately went back to what I did a long time ago when I was stressed.
I did what I promised myself and you I would never do again.
Let's just say, I had pretty scarred up arms after that.
I still delt with that. I believed it was all my fault.
All up until I got your called a month ago.
You told me the best news in the world.
I was going to be a dad.
I was so excited.
Now, everyday when the days are being counted down, I get even more nervous.
Am I going to make a good dad?
Will I set an example for our son?
I'll just have to wait until our little Oliver Quinn is born.
I love you so much Kylie.
Everyday until the day I die.
Love,
Andrew xoxo
